The Unicorn in the Room

  I came home to find a unicorn poster on my door. My roommate, Seth, upon seeing this poster at the State Fair thought, (for reasons I haven’t yet grasped) “You know who would really like this?” Those were his exact words relaying to me later the story of winning the poster. I’m not sure if “winning” is the way I’d describe it.
  It’s pretty epic, as unicorn posters go. Two unicorns (I assume they are mother and son) racing through the clouds, mountain peaks in the distance. Because where else would unicorns run but through the clouds? It’s drawn in the same stylized way as t-shirts of wolves and eagles that Napoleon Dynamite would wear. And if I were a seven year old girl with a princess themed four poster bed instead of being a mid-twenties male trying to find a girlfriend, I might by psyched on the poster. Yet it’s been two months and I still haven’t taken it down.
  When the poster first went up, I thought I’d leave it there for a few days. I guess out of courtesy to my roommate. But after the few days grace period I began thinking that this might be a test of will. I was convinced that eventually Seth would have to say something like; “I can’t believe you still haven’t taken that poster down,” and I would have won! I put the over/under on Seth saying something at 3 weeks and I was taking the under. I even gave them names! The mother’s name is Charles Rangel, Chairman of the House Ways and Mean Committee, and the son is Truck Monster; Destroyer of All that is Righteous. Or Chucky and Trucky. Surely, at some point Seth would have to admit I’d taken this too far. But not a word.
  One time, one of the pushpins holding the poster came loose and as I was searching around for it (more so that I didn’t step on it while barefoot than out of any concern for a slightly askew poster) Seth walked by and asked, “You’re taking it down?” Not the response of “It’s about time,” that I’d been hoping for. He seemed genuinely puzzled as to why I would get rid of it. I told him I’d lost a pushpin and he went to get me another one.
  We had a party, and Seth, while giving a tour of the house, pointed to my bedroom and declared, “That’s where the magic happens.” I’ve been wondering if our guest thought that it was where the magic literally happened. Card tricks and sawing women in half. It’s what the poster would seem to indicate. And maybe this is why she hasn’t called me back.
  I’ve been trying to figure out what I would say to a date. “Oh, the poster? Well, I share a room with my kid sister. But don’t worry. She’s sleeping over at a friend’s house tonight.” I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could say so that you didn’t come across as the dude who has a unicorn poster on his bedroom door. Rightfully so.
  Originally I left the poster there due to some misguided notion of good manners: if Seth was kind enough to win me a poster, the least I could do is pretend to like it for a few days before it goes in the garbage. But now, I’m just being stubborn: if he’s not going to cave than neither will I. Maybe I should back down. If I let it continue long enough, who knows what kind of poster might end up on my door next? A Pegasus? Actually, that would be pretty cool.