It had been a while since I had a girlfriend, and I've got an inordinate amount of female friends with whom I rarely, if ever, have any sex. I'm also pretty fidgety, so I move around a lot, especially when there's music playing. And sometimes my voice cracks. So I understand the line of questioning. I really do. It's not like it doesn't bother me though, so you've got to understand where I was coming from.
This guy, this really broish guy at a party was asking me if I was gay. "I'm not," I wanted to tell him, but I didn't think that'd be enough.
"I don't know, why don't I take your girlfriend into that room over there and play with her tits for a while, and she can tell you whether or not I'm gay." Everyone laughed, I gave her a wink. I was sort of broish myself.
I heard they broke up a week or so later. She couldn't believe the look on his face when she told him how unequivocally not gay I was.
