Have I stressed enough how much I love my friends? My very diverse set of friends. Well, at least as diverse one can be while living in a city pretty much comprised of computer geeks?

My good friend Mark had his 30th B-day party, and I was excited to see him and his husband, Dave, and their new house. It was a surprise theme where everyone was supposed to come dressed up in their favorite Rocky Horror or Disco outfit. I figured I was going to be the only straight guy there, but this would not be an unfamiliar situation to me. Regardless, Disco Stu made an appearance.

After hanging out with Mark and his friends, and apparently blending in quite well, this one girl seemed affectionate, and we got to talking. Somehow age came up, and she wanted to know how old I was.

“You’re 23, right? 25? Ok, maybe 21. *pause* Wait…you’re not 19 are you? You’re drinking. You can’t be 19. 21?”

I held out for a while and then told her that I was 28 and she gave me a huge hug and said that I was so cute for 28. It then hit me, “She thinks I’m gay!!!”

So, I had fun with this and have made a new friend. Who still doesn’t know if I’m gay or not. And for some reason…that cracks me up.

–Snoopykiss is uni-curious.