Whenever I saw my grandmother, she'd always ask if I was seeing someone, if I had a girlfriend. And I always told her no.
Eventually, on her birthday, as the cake was being distributed to the family, she asked in a low voice.
"Are you gay? It's ok if you are, I just want to know sweetie."
I laughed, which was obviously not a reaction she was expecting.
"No, no, Grandma. I'm straight."
"And yet you've not found a girl? After all this time? All that effort?"
"Who said I've been putting any effort in, Grandma?"
That confused her totally.
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