justice league Jeff is the type of person who, if he were a member of any other species, would be alpha male. However, his top heavy, low to the ground stature does not serve him in our cerebrally motivated race. I know, I know. The human race is not cerebrally motivated, it's sexually motivated. (I just happen to get turned on by brainy types, so thank you for indulging my "I just woke up with a morning semi" state.) None the less, Jeff is short. Bottom line. Even though he is intelligent, he's spent so much of his life being rejected by women and building up his upper body to compensate, that he now has this thing with "justice". Being "the little guy", I suppose he gets validation from his daily confrontations with people and in a kind of whiny voice, he pleads his case, reiterates the scenario to all his friends and somehow, justice is served. I'm getting sick of him.

I keep getting these visuals of him sitting on a rock with a tribe of silverback gorillas, sort of 2001esque but with more foliage. A territorial fight ensues, Jeff shows his teeth, howls, but instead of fighting, throws a clump of feces at his adversary and skuttles away on his knuckles.

Update (1 month later):
His muscles were too big and his character was too small. I'm glad I dumped him. I went by his place tonight to pick up the remainder of my belongings. His vanity! He hid his face in the couch pillows under the guise of heartache, but he was really hiding his new cold sore. Herpes shame. "Cupid's love bite," a friend called it. Whew! Made it out of that one unscathed.   ¶ 1:22 PM