oh no, not again!

It was late, or maybe you could say that it was early. Everyone was gone. Ben had unplugged the speakers, the music died, there was nothing left of the night. A slight buzz from the scotch was still whirling my head around when she returned my favour and asked me, "well then, what would you name your kids?"

Before I could answer, she cut in and said, "wait, how would you even have kids?"

That was a little confusing. "Have sex, get someone pregnant, they'd give birth and I'd have a kid... what do you mean?"

"But... you're gay? Aren't you?"

I might not have been as disconcerted if she didn't look so genuinely shocked when I told her that I wasn't. At least she was nice enough to say that she wanted my number after that...