One of my son’s friends, his parents split up some time back because his dad, as it turned out, was not really attracted to women.
I met the gentleman for the first time last night at a school concert. How he was able to convince anyone, including himself, that he’s not gay is a mystery.
“Did you notice they’re opening a new restaurant at South Coast Plaza?” he said in a voice as gay as Christmas. “They’ll be serving only locally grown food. I was on my way to the Apple Store . . .”
Now I’m not saying that every man who cares about where his food is grown or owns an Apple product is gay but . . .
“I own an Apple product,” my son says.
“Yeah, an iPod,” I reply. “That’s okay. That’s mainstream.”