I, for one, find your story 100% plausible!
So on the bus on my way home from A's going away party I hear my name. It's a guy I went to high school with. Guy was sort of a jerk, sort of a friend, so I sit down to chat with him.
Me: How are things?
Guy: Blah blah son starting school blah! And you?
Me: Blah blah living in Winnipeg but wife got a job here so we could move back blah!
Guy (internal, but obvious): A lesbian? A Lesbian! I must now talk about gay people!
Guy (out loud): I have two friends who are a lesbian couple who decided they both wanted babies, so they asked me to help them out.
Me: That's nice.
Guy: They said "your son is so adorable! We know you make cute kids already!"
Me: Uh-huh.
Guy: So I asked them if I would have to go get tests, but they said that even though they were lesbians they were sure I could do the job just fine. I was like, Austin Powers! (mimes crossing out part of a list) Threesome with hot lesbians!
Me: ...uh-huh...
Guy: They both got pregnant the first try, but they say they've got another [lesbian] friend who's interested in joining in.
Me: ...right. Well, don't knock up all the lesbians in Halifax, or their kids won't be able to date each other.
Guy: But it's cool. I like gay people. About 80% of my friends are gay.
Me: Mmm.
Guy: I like gay people! Well, except when gay guys kiss in public. I like gay people, but I don't like flamers.
Me: It's funny, that's exactly the way I feel about breeders and fratboys.
Guy: ...hey!
At this point the bus has arrived at the bridge terminal, so we go our separate ways. But thinking about it, Guy is not the sort to be offended by people insulting fratboys. I suspect he may have thought I said 'fatboys' (he is, in fact, overweight). I spent a good 30 seconds trying to feel bad about the potential misunderstanding, but it's just not happening.
Me: How are things?
Guy: Blah blah son starting school blah! And you?
Me: Blah blah living in Winnipeg but wife got a job here so we could move back blah!
Guy (internal, but obvious): A lesbian? A Lesbian! I must now talk about gay people!
Guy (out loud): I have two friends who are a lesbian couple who decided they both wanted babies, so they asked me to help them out.
Me: That's nice.
Guy: They said "your son is so adorable! We know you make cute kids already!"
Me: Uh-huh.
Guy: So I asked them if I would have to go get tests, but they said that even though they were lesbians they were sure I could do the job just fine. I was like, Austin Powers! (mimes crossing out part of a list) Threesome with hot lesbians!
Me: ...uh-huh...
Guy: They both got pregnant the first try, but they say they've got another [lesbian] friend who's interested in joining in.
Me: ...right. Well, don't knock up all the lesbians in Halifax, or their kids won't be able to date each other.
Guy: But it's cool. I like gay people. About 80% of my friends are gay.
Me: Mmm.
Guy: I like gay people! Well, except when gay guys kiss in public. I like gay people, but I don't like flamers.
Me: It's funny, that's exactly the way I feel about breeders and fratboys.
Guy: ...hey!
At this point the bus has arrived at the bridge terminal, so we go our separate ways. But thinking about it, Guy is not the sort to be offended by people insulting fratboys. I suspect he may have thought I said 'fatboys' (he is, in fact, overweight). I spent a good 30 seconds trying to feel bad about the potential misunderstanding, but it's just not happening.