Not long after I started dating my now fiancée, she confessed to me that I had been her sole straight male friend for the better part of a year (who was not dating one of her straight female friends, that is). Indeed, I had come to realize that many of her male friends happened to be gay - which is fine by me: many think I’m gay too - but I hadn’t noticed that they were all gay. I don’t judge: consistency is an asset.
Better still, she had about a dozen gay friends who all knew each other and had a tradition of organizing drinks every other week at each other’s places. I’d gone a couple of times, with my girlfriend of course, who was usually the only girl there, and one of two straight people - the other one being me, in case you’re not following.
Sunday night, as we were sitting in a cinema hall to watch a comedy about French politics (what Americans would call a documentary), two friends from the group, who also happen to be neighbors, sat down right next to us by pure chance. Obviously, we changed seats.
After the movie, they invited us for drinks the next day with the rest of the group: my girlfriend apparently knew about this but had failed to mention it to me because she had roller derby practice. I didn’t, though.
Me: Well, I’m free tomorrow!
Fiancée: Oh, so you wanna go without me?
Me: Yeah, why not?
Friend #1: Aren’t you scared of coming without your girlfriend?
Me: What are you gonna do? Make fun of me for being straight?
Friend #2: No, but you might not understand everything we say…
Me: My fiancée is an engineer, I’m used to it.
And so I arrived the next evening, carrying hummus and aubergine caviar, as one straight vegetarian does. I was also the first one there, because apparently everyone else has a job.
Friend #1: I have a surprise for you.
Me: A girl is coming?
Friend #1: Don’t be silly. But another straight guy is. So you won’t be alone.
Friend #2: Feeling better now?
Me: I don’t know, is he cute?
Learning as I go.