I sit at my computer, half-heartedly studying into the night for tomorrow's bland exam, when it comes to me.
Any identity crises I may have had in the past concerning our quirky house dynamics have been snuffed out like the hopes of the Socceroos performing on the world stage.
I, Zac Wilson, am Barney Stinson.
Before everyone goes making assumptions about my sex life, let me explain. And it may take a while.
Ricky is a friend of mine from Manchester, and within the week he is flying home to England. This signals the end of Ricky and me being each others' Yes-men. A Yes-man is someone who you can ring if you've suddenly gained keenness for a froffy, and they will always be happy to join in. A Yes-man will put aside work or study for the opportunity for spontaneous beers. A Yes-man is slightly oblivious to any next morning repercussions of the nights events, and has a selective memory when considering saying yes to the next occasion.
So with the cessation of mine and Ricky's partnership, I am currently in the market for a new Yes-man.
This reminded me of a particular episode of How I Met Your Mother where Barney was on the lookout for a new wingman. This stemmed into absolute thought overflow where similarities kept cropping up between the Barney's gang and mine.
Marshall and Lily: Luke, one of my best mates, and also my housemate, has now been dating his girlfriend Jess for just over six months, and things are fairly settled. The two spend six or more nights a week together and are often inseparable. Luckily, they keep the affectionate nick-names to a minimum, but still a high correlation between behaviours exhibited by the two couples.
Ted: Our other housemate is Edwina. She is the proverbial 'unlucky in love' character in our twisted sitcom. She is the one most likely to get to a certain age, and start making irrational life choices (dye her hair blue, for example) in order to speed up achievement of a life goal. Edwina's bad jokes also resemblant of some of Ted's one-liners.
Robin: Yes, our group is lacking a Robin. Mostly for the fact that Edwina and I have never dated the same people, and we don't know that many Canadians.
Barney: Me. The evidence is hard to ignore. The wingman/Yes-man thing. Both have awesome blogs. Both comfortable in our own skins and confident in opinions, ideas and theories. Both have gay black brothers, if Hannah was gay... and black... and male.
So with careful deliberation and reasoning, I have concluded that I exist as a real-life adaptation (dopelganger!!) of Barney Stinson.
Uncanny
