He's Not Crazy... He's Just Gay !!!

One of THE GIRLS, is so happy, so full of joy, so optimistic. She can walk in a room and instantly, its like the sun shows up even when it is cloudy outside. A southern belle to heart, she walks around the house in pajamas and pearls. I love her to death !!!

THE GIRLS were out to lunch after church, discussing our weekly events, activities, goals, etc. While talking, I glanced to the right and saw a crowd of nice looking, nicely dressed, handsome black men coming into the restaurant. I believe I even let a "Damn" slip out of my mouth. However, as they walked closer towards us in an effort to get to their table, my antennas went up and I quickly deciphered. "Oh, no... they are gay. Man... nice looking, but I can clearly tell, they are so 'How You Doin ???"

My Happy - Go - Lucky Girlfriend turns around to get a peek and it was as if she saw a ghost. Her demeanor quickly changed and the expression on her face was priceless. She kept muttering. "Oh My God... Oh My God.. OH MY GOD !!!". One of the men in the group approached our table and spoke to my friend in shock. "Hey girl, what are you doing here ? Nice to see you." As it turns out, one of the men that I swiftly pegged as being gay is her dear friend, her "safety net" boyfriend that she dates and goes out with whenever she is in his hometown. He is her homie-lover-friend. They go out together, they laugh, he treats her like a queen (no pun intended) and they have HAUTE make out sessions. Her parents love him and they both agreed that if either of them weren't married by a certain age, then they would get hitched.

She later told me that my unbiased, fresh eye of his demeanor and company that he kept kinda confirmed what she and others have already suspected. He is gay.

Now, I LOVE me some gay men and they love me. My roommate is a GBM (gay black man), he is my Stanford and I am his Carrie Bradshaw. He helps me pick out clothes when I am getting dressed for a night out, he tells me about great sales at his job, we have cocktails and swoon over Jamie Foxx and Plies. So I have nothing against GBMs, but I do have something against GBMs who try to date me and my friends as if they are not GBMs.

Fast forward to a couple of months later. Me and Little Miss Sunshine are out on the town, discussing men while in the car and she turns to me to ask for permission to do something she already knows not to do. "Girl, so ... I know you saw all of the shenanigans at lunch that day, old boy and his crew. You pretty much confirmed what we all suspected about him. HOWEVER, I mean... he likes me... and I like him, our parents have pretty much married us off, I mean... if it comes down to it, he may be the one for me !!!"

As I continue to look at her crazy, I don't think anything came out of my mouth.

Are we at the point in our lives, so despondent over failed relationships, that we are willing to subject ourselves to a lie ???? Her boy is as gay as The Dickens and she knew this, but wanted my permission to pull a Terry Mc Millan, a Dina Mc Greevey, a Gayle Haggard.

Before I could muster up the strength to respond, she blurts out, "HE'S NOT CRAZY...HE'S JUST GAY !!!"

For real ??

Word to Star Jones..... it is JUST not acceptable. KEEP HOPE ALIVE !!!