A girl just can't win. If I go to a auto mechanic's with a male, everyone ends up talking to the guy, whether or not the guy knows anything about cars at all. This even applies to buying skateboards, bikes, basically anything other than a Special Edition Teen Pregnancy Barbie. That is the world of straight men--a patriarchal society.
But I live in a world of gay men. You'd think they'd be more willing to dust off societal boundaries, and share some "man talk" with me...you'd think. But no, Aaron still gets all the love. (Not surprising, I know, given the extreme interest gay men seem to have for his young, nubile body.) But even the ones that know he's married and--what's more--straight!, end up talking to him. Oh, I get a hello here and there, but Aaron gets stopped on the way out to have 45 minute conversations with people. Where are my lesbian compadres?!
What do I have to do to get some attention around here, strip down? Oh wait, that won't work either. Damn.