I was all over town today, and I flaunted my shit. I shook my money maker, had a spring in my step, and actually smiled when I talked to people.
And yet not one fucking person tried to gay marry me today. I would have said no, but you know, in our newly gayified nation, I thought my options would expand a bit and I would at least be the one to say no, not happening.
FML. Guess I need to work out and get better clothes.