Picture Perfect

I’ve decided I want to be half of an Instagram couple.

As I’ve been working to increase my social media output (hello blog!), I’ve become hyperaware of gay couples with magnificent Instagram accounts. And not just anything ordinary, but photos showcasing their fabulous lives.

And houses.

And vacations.

And abs.

My favorite photos are the ones where they’ve just woken up in the morning. Someone’s only in his pajama bottoms. Hair lightly tousled. At the stove making quinoa pancakes. Because don’t we all look like that in the morning?

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I imagine instead someone getting a snapshot of me in the morning with my hair not so much tousled as looking like I was caught in an F-5 tornado. One eye open. Sneaking a leftover nacho out of the fridge for “breakfast.”

And who’s taking these pictures anyway? Because that’s the life I really want.

Imagine waking up in the morning with someone to do your hair, style your pajamas, and lightly touch-up your face. Then the photography crew downstairs with their equipment to capture every “spontaneous” moment of the day.

Someone dressing you for work. Following you around to get more shots. Not letting you get a moment’s peace because you have an audience to maintain and advertisers to please.

And that next shot just might be the one.

On second thought. Maybe I’ll skip the Instagram couple idea.

Does anyone have an old Polaroid?

In the meantime, check out Spotted Dog’s Instagram and let us know what you think.