““Pops, he's a good guy. I get it. But wherever you're going with this... stop. He's not my type. At all. Come on! Even you can tell we'd never get through a dinner without it being extremely awkward." "Why not?" "He's too... gay." "What does that mean? You're gay too." I rolled my eyes. "Right. But I'm not that gay." "Are there degrees in gayness? You should tell me these things. I'm your father. I should know.””
