Faulty Gaydar
Sunday nights, I crash at Katherine's. We do dinner and a movie (theatre or DVD), hang out, and otherwise shoot the shit. It's a weekly dose of social.
Her mom happened to be driving through Pittsburgh on the way back from visiting family in Cleveland. Katherine does not get along with her mother for a whole host of very valid reasons. I was forewarned that she'd be stopping by sometime around noon today to drop off some stuff, but her mom is kind of an enormous flake, so I figured I'd be gone by the time she actually turned up.
This morning I woke up to find some strange lady looking for the bathroom (odd, since it's a very small apartment!). I gave her directions, we had a polite two-minute conversation where we exchanged introductions and she mentioned that she'd heard a lot about me from Katherine, then she went on her way. I'm not very coherent until I've been awake for at least an hour, but it all seemed very normal to me.
Five minutes later Katherine came back upstairs from unloading the car. "NICKY!" she exploded, "My mom asked if I was SLEEPING WITH YOU!"
"Whuh?" As I said, not all that coherent just after waking.
In all fairness, I can sort of see how she might think that. We do share Katherine's (large!) bed when I sleep over. And I'm not sure how familiar Mrs. Murphy is with her daughter's wardrobe, but I tend to steal Katherine's t-shirts and boxers rather than bring my own PJs. So I guess I can understand how Same Bed + Borrowed Clothes = Torrid Lesbian Affair, particularly when my name may have come up in connection with Gay Pride Week '06.
But apparently Mrs. Murphy asked if I had broken up with or was cheating on Spazz in the course of this supposed fling with her daughter, so Katherine must have mentioned him to her before!
All I could think to add was that it was a good thing I hadn't fallen asleep in the corset I'd been wearing the night before. There would've been no changing her mind after something like that.
Her mom happened to be driving through Pittsburgh on the way back from visiting family in Cleveland. Katherine does not get along with her mother for a whole host of very valid reasons. I was forewarned that she'd be stopping by sometime around noon today to drop off some stuff, but her mom is kind of an enormous flake, so I figured I'd be gone by the time she actually turned up.
This morning I woke up to find some strange lady looking for the bathroom (odd, since it's a very small apartment!). I gave her directions, we had a polite two-minute conversation where we exchanged introductions and she mentioned that she'd heard a lot about me from Katherine, then she went on her way. I'm not very coherent until I've been awake for at least an hour, but it all seemed very normal to me.
Five minutes later Katherine came back upstairs from unloading the car. "NICKY!" she exploded, "My mom asked if I was SLEEPING WITH YOU!"
"Whuh?" As I said, not all that coherent just after waking.
In all fairness, I can sort of see how she might think that. We do share Katherine's (large!) bed when I sleep over. And I'm not sure how familiar Mrs. Murphy is with her daughter's wardrobe, but I tend to steal Katherine's t-shirts and boxers rather than bring my own PJs. So I guess I can understand how Same Bed + Borrowed Clothes = Torrid Lesbian Affair, particularly when my name may have come up in connection with Gay Pride Week '06.
But apparently Mrs. Murphy asked if I had broken up with or was cheating on Spazz in the course of this supposed fling with her daughter, so Katherine must have mentioned him to her before!
All I could think to add was that it was a good thing I hadn't fallen asleep in the corset I'd been wearing the night before. There would've been no changing her mind after something like that.