Monday, May 07, 2007
Yesterday, when leaving church, I had made it almost to my car when two people came out of the front door at the same time. One was Cute Church Guy, the other was the partner of the singing lesbian, let's call her Non-Singing Lesbian. I hardly know her, having exchanged fewer words with her than I have with CCG, though not for the same reason (i.e. being paralyzed by my immense attraction); our paths just haven't crossed much. Guess which one gave me a big wave across the parking lot, and, with a smile, heartily exhorted me to "have a great day"? Yep. Apparently the verdict is in, and I'm a lesbian. Sigh. Oh well, I guess I'll have to track down one of those secret meetings wherein the "gay agenda" is voted on, and get in on plotting the destruction of the institution of marriage and the American family. (Although I personally think Britney Spears is doing a pretty good job of that on her own.) Maybe that's what they do at the Tuesday night lesbian choir rehearsals, between rousing renditions of "I want a girl just like the girl who married dear old Dad." Hee.