I swear I am not gay: part 2

So in my third year of veterinary school, I finally started dating someone. The first few years of being a dateless wonder may have added to the myth that I was a homosexual. Not to mention the fact that for some reason I do not feel the need to be really macho (and that's macho in a testosterone laden way, not macho in a Village People way). I don't really spew lame talk of how I would do that chick or whatever. I'm not that big a sports fan. And yes, OK... I like Broadway musicals.

By the way, the someone I started dating was a girl. She was an ex-roommate of a classmate of mine. She was also in school, but a different class than me, unbeknowst to me when I first met her. So after we had been dating a few months, she came up to me and asked me if I was gay. I told her that it should be pretty obvious by now that I was not. She knew that to be true, but was concerned because she had been having many people comment to her. "You're going out with Jason? I thought he was gay?"

Now mind you... these are fucking classmates of mine!!! I had known them for three and a half years. I had hit on many of there friends when they came out to the bar. Yeah, when we went out to the bar it was me, one guy, surrounded by about five girls. And I looked more like the gay friend than some mac-daddy, or conversely, a daddy-mac. But overall, I thought that those comments were wiggedy-wiggedy-wack. Nobody even had the decency (except my common senseless roommate, the first year we roomed together) to ask me personally. They had to cause the person I was dating to question my sexuality. Let me tell you, not pleasant.

This may be why I finally began to wonder why many people considered me gay. I eventually asked a lesbian classmate why that was. First off she said she knew immediately that I was not when she first met me. Some sort of reverse gaydar, I suppose. Most importantly she said people think I'm gay because I'm a) cute, and b) nice. So I guess there's worse things than that. But that definition doesn't rule out many things as being gay. Polite children are gay. Well-behaved puppies are gay. Mr. Rogers as a baby is gay. I could go on and on, but thankfully I won't.

(To be continued...)