You heard the saying: I am so old. I can remember when gay meant being happy.
This past weekend, we were attending the 61’st Birthday luncheon of a friend of hours. There we were, midway between starters and the main course when the fiance and her best friend started chatting about teen heart throbs.
New Kids on the Block. Richard Marx.
And then, fiance had a sad look upon her face. All the guys she loved, loved guys as well she told us.
So. To a room full of people, she opens my closet door and simply states. “Yes. I always fall for the gay guys.”
And people wonder why I have issues…