A gay guy (and his partner) sitting at the bar next to me and my husband tonight was SO sure they had us sized up:
“So you’re a writer, aren’t you?” One of them said to my husband.
“No, my wife is the writer, ” he said, correcting hiim.
Reminded me of my guitar playing days when I’d bring my guitar in for servicing and the staff would talk to my husband like HE was the guitar player!
Never judge a book by its cover!