With our wedding date moving closer, I knew I had to get a handle on certain arrangements. The first and most important one, to me anyway, was the caterer. How many weddings have you been to where the ceremony was beautiful--- but the food might as well have been McDonalds.

I refused to let our guests dine on anything less than the best, which meant there was only one man for the job---my ex boss JD. I had made the mistake of assuming he was gay, when in fact he was as straight as a rail. Why is it that when straight men are completely comfortable with gay men, we assume they MUST be gay. And if they're not, we call them homophobes and assume they MUST be gay.

I knocked on his front door, wondering if he'd tell me to get lost or to stay. I could hear the little pitter of footsteps as the door slowly opened--- but seemingly there wasn't anyone there.

Suddenly, I looked down and saw a little boy--- almost 4, looking up at me as if I were an alien from another planet.

"Hello." I said.

"Hi. Daddy...?"he yelled, his footsteps moving towards the THUMP of dad's shoes approaching the door.

I looked up and saw JD smiling, staring me down.

"Hi."He said.

The silence between us was awkward and real--- I wasn't sure what he was thinking--- probably "great, this guy is now stalking me"--- so I decided to say it quickly.

"Eric and I are getting married and we need a caterer. I could only think of one person. Are you interested?

His grin widened and he opened the door, motioning me inside.

His home was nice and sparse with plenty of room---not full of knick knacks or "stuff."

"You keep it so clean."

"Yes, well,"he mumbled. "My wife got most of it in the settlement and I just never...replaced it."

Before my gaydar went through the litany of tests (attractive, sparse home, divorced, present), I stopped myself and with a giant scream, yelled inside my brain, HE'S STRAIGHT!

"Would you like an Amstel Light or I have a raspberry microbrew?" He asked.

Hello!? He has to be a FAG!

"Uh...just, I guess, an Amstel Light would be great."

We started going over the menu as his little boy came into the room, playing with a Hot Wheel car across the floor.

"Benjamin, why don't you go play in the den?"

Benjamin continued to make car sounds as he pushed his car into the other room, moving across the carpet with glee.

"I have him on the weekends and certain times during the week when his mother asks."

This was a straight man with a gay heart. And I mean that only in the sense that he was sensitive. We continued with the menu, talking about different options and cost.

This was my first major step towards the reception, my first gay wedding---er, commitment ceremony---and I was excited.

But why couldn't I get JD out of my brain?