(I am a gay man. I have just been driven home by the guy I am dating. We’re both feminine in our own ways, but I act a tad girlier than he does. We’re talking about various things in his car when I bring up his parents, who don’t know he’s gay.)

Me: “So, do you think either of your parents know you’re gay?”

Him: “I think my mother is suspicious about it. She is still saying that I ‘need to find a nice girl’.”

Me: *playfully running my finger down his arm* “I think you already found a nice girl.”