My mom was one of five sisters growing up. My Nana, a still inappropriate and fabulous woman, witnessed her fair share of broken hearts and tears of boys. Her response every time a boy rejected one of her daughters, “Oh! He’s gay!” As if for a man to reject one of her girls, he had to be batting for the other team.
I kind of like this philosophy. We could live in the delusion that if a man likes women he has to like me!
Ironically, year’s later it was revealed that my mom’s high school crush is gay.
Mother’s always right.