I hazard a guess and say we鈥檙e all in the same boat. I can count on my fingers and toes the times it鈥檚 been suggested I鈥檇 make a great mate to a well-meaning straight friend鈥檚 gay mate.
Really? Me? 鈥淥h yeah, John, he鈥檚 really cute and he wants to settle down.鈥�
So I should be happy Mr Hot Stuff wants to take shore leave from other hotties and bunker down with Old Man Meyer?
鈥淪o, what do we have in common?鈥� I quizzed blondy this afternoon over the workstation glass. 鈥淛ust gayness?鈥�
Another stilettoed friend hooked me up on a lunch date with 鈥� let鈥檚 call him Alex. Alex was sweet, gentle and smiled nervously into his noodle soup as we chatted.
I wondered what on earth our mutual friend had seen in common. Maybe we manscaped to the same length. Perhaps it was that perennial favourite 鈥� we both liked men. It was a stretch, I鈥檒l admit.
Then we have another giddy gorgeous. 鈥淗e鈥檚 gorgeous, really, you two should be together!鈥� she squealed.
鈥淥h really? Let me guess, we鈥檙e both gay?鈥� I teased her and fixed her hair.
You know, I鈥檓 happy my friends are looking out for me, but seriously, I am happy doing my own thing at the moment. I鈥檓 not closed to the idea, but if I do want to chew food with someone in front of me or inhale a wine, I wouldn鈥檛 mind starting in the same universe.
I laugh 鈥� it鈥檚 like we鈥檙e like little gay mules puppeteered by our girlfriends.
Today鈥檚 menu was flashed in front of me. Boyishly handsome, pecs, abs and a degree. Nothing I can鈥檛 handle.
I peered at blondy over my shoulder. 鈥淗e鈥檚 cute, hon, send him over. If we can talk for longer than five minutes maybe it鈥檚 a sure thing.鈥�
Hmmm, maybe that鈥檚 where I鈥檓 going wrong 鈥� talking.
I鈥檝e got it, I know what we have in common鈥�
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