In the mood for a burrito and so I head down to my favorite fast food franchise...

The employee/burrito assembler, I know him, recognize him from the Gay Bar, we've chatted, he's flaming but nice...

It's a quiet night and so he's a little more engaging than usual. It's his second last night, he's taking a month off, renewing his work permit, he tells me he's Indian (East, obviously), he's surprised I didn't guess, (flaming has it's own accent that obliterates all others), I didn't, courtesy really, didn't want to speculate and as I was ordering a burrito I was kinda hoping he was Mexican...

"I haven't seen you forever...last time you were with that cute man..."

"My Son" I say...

"Really? Is he single?..."

"He is, but you know, I think he's straight..." I say the last apologetically, like I raised him wrong and have to live out a lifetime of disappointment, a lot of people think "straight" means "homophobic" but that isn't the case with us, still,...

He continues..."I thought he was your lover. Well. You know, I've slept with 23 Men and 19 of them said they were straight....I'm pretty sure I could convert him..." This is followed with an invitation to go on a date, how will we keep in touch, and I'm thinking we're keeping in touch just fine and if he's not here then I'll run into him at McDonalds or Wendy's or wherever, or not at all, and I profess to being a Luddite, no phone, email, facebook, and he kinda gets the hint, I'm saved by the arrival of other customers, and I'm thinking that maybe I've gotten a little too liberal...