A Most Compelling Reason
"I'm gay," she finally snapped.
'How like her', Dorian thought, trying to use a 'perversion' as protection against him.
"Well, darling, for years you've been saying I'm terribly effeminate. Certain you don't want to give it try regardless?"
Her shock amused him, until an ash tray hit the wall behind Dorian's ear.
"Major, I know there's no consolation prize for the real thing, but--"
"PERVERT!" she roared, her hand finding a rather dashing lamp to throw.
"Won't settle for second best?" he pouted.
'Good Lord', he thought as he made his escape. 'What WAS it with women and throwing things?'