Matchmaker, Matchmaker

So a colleague of mine wants to fix me up with her musician friend. I feel very touched and honored that she thought enough of me to do that. There's just one problem:

Her friend is a guy.

Obviously, the gossip about my private life hasn't been as widely disseminated as I'd thought among this particular circle of colleagues. So I'll have to spell out to her exactly why I'm not interested. And, of course, ask her if her friend has a sister.

Sometimes, I think that those of us who don't look like k.d. lang (I think she's actually quite good-looking, BTW) are at a disadvantage. No one is going to take one look at us and immediately try to fix us up with their gym teacher sister.

And, if anything, I've been femme-ing it up even more lately. I no longer go even to the supermarket without putting on lipstick.

Worse, I'm looking for someone who, like me, tends to fly under the gaydar.

I wonder how we'll ever find each other.