Girlfriend: What was that?!?!
Me: What was what?
Girlfriend: That noise just now from the trunk. What do you have back there?
Me: Just the basics-B's travel crate and an emergency car repair/tool kit. Oh, and plywood. That's probably what the last thump was.
Girlfriend: (laughing) Wow.
Girlfriend: (still chuckling) I thought I was gay.
Me: Um, you totally are. AND we have already established that your car is WAY gayer than mine.
Girlfriend: (Ignoring me) Wait, what is the plywood for?
Me: It's the leftover scraps from the plywood and cinderblock bookshelf I made for work.
Me: That didn't help my case at all just now, did it?
Girlfriend: Nope, just made you gayer. I actually think rainbows might be coming out of the tailpipe as we speak.
In conclusion: When trying to argue that you are not a living breathing lesbian stereotype, don't explain why you have plywood in your trunk...especially if it's from a very gay project.