My husband and I were watching a movie together last weekend. Nothing extraordinary about that, except for the fact that this particular movie contained a scene that was almost an exact replica of how we had met eight years previously.
Thinking it uncanny, I turned to my husband excitedly and was about to say something when I saw that he, too, had turned towards me with a startled look on his face.
I paused to let him speak, ready to hear a tender comparison of the movie scene to our own budding romance, (and so was unfortunately already smiling in anticipation when my husband said):
“I think I left my golf clubs in the car !”
Why, why, why am I not a lesbian ? Why ?