I like boys. I like bread. However, I can also appreciate the beauty of the female form, so often times people think I’m gay. I only bring this subject up because it can hinder my dating chances, but I hangout in San Francisco where metrosexual males run rampant in the streets; sometimes people think they’re gay too.

During college, I realized some people viewed me in this particular spectrum of rainbow light because I befriended everyone: chatted up the boys, lovingly slapped girls’ tushes (like boys in football), baked goodies for all…But I chose not to date intensely during those years because I had my eye on the prize — a college diploma! Just because I’m not incessantly on the prowl like a baby cougar doesn’t mean I play for the other team. Trust me, I’m a helluva team player. But even the best players take breaks during the off season.

My last boyfriend used to say that I’m the kinda pretty that doesn’t need a lot of makeup. Actually what came out of his mouth was, “You don’t wear much makeup, do you? Hmm…I thought you liked chicks when I first met you.” Seriously. Since when did natural beauty = lesbian?!?

Then there was the time I walked into an interview…When I used the term “exboyfriend” in a sentence, I could hear the sigh of relief across the table. She rushed into saying, “I soooo wanted to ask you what it’s like being gay in an Asian American household! There was an air about you when you entered that made me think you’re a lesbian. So, you’re really straight?!?”

If someone could pinpoint what about my personality whispers lesbian, please tell me. I’d really love to know. Until then, I say: Always keep ‘em guessing.