awkwardly gaye

i attended a party last night. as usual, i settled into the corner behind the dessert table and chatted it up with the only other people who felt extremely uncomfortable at this gathering - the interior designer, donald, and his boyfriend. i forced donald to talk shop - since i need all the decorating insights i can get - and slowly drove his boyfriend away from the dessert corner. eventually a nice woman, whose name i didn't catch, walked up and talked with me and donald for a bit before jutting out her hand to donald and saying "i'm gaye." donald looked slightly taken aback and put out his hand and said "kay?" to which she replied "no, GAYE." and donald said "gaye, like with a g?" and she replied "yes, gaye." thank god for the mouthful of homemade, slightly too salty, peanut clusters i had or else i surely would have laughed out loud.