How about an old story from my trip to Prague in July of '07...
Brad and I were told that the place to be in Prague on a Wednesday night was a club called Ter-Mix. Our hotel was near which allowed us a nice walk but we found ourselves a bit early so we ordered a couple of beers and made our way to the backroom and sat on a couch that was facing another couch with a coffee table in between.
Not long after another pair of guys came and sat on the couch across from us; polite smiles were exchanged. As Brad was rehashing something funny from earlier in the day I noticed the one of the guys pointed in my direction then leaned over to say something to his friend about me. Probably just discussing my handsomeness - which is totally understandable.
A couple of minutes later one of the guys got up and came over to me and introduced himself, "Um, halloo, I am called Johan. You are?"
I replied, "I'm Chuck. It's nice to meet you."
He nodded and continued, "And what city are you living from?"
Finding it cute I smiled at his broken English and answered, "We live in Los Angeles."
Johan grinned, "Ah yes, I have been knowing it."
There was a slight pause and then he said, "Ok, only one question more."
I replied, "Sure, not a problem."
He hesitated and then with a hint of embarrassment, "My friend and I think you have finding the wrong bar. We think you are hetero-sexuallies."
I wagged my finger as I laughed, "No, no. We are gay."
Johan gasped in delight, "OH! I go now to tell the news."
He returned to his friend and quickly briefed him on his successful sleuthing. The friend then raised his glass in approval and the four of us clinked them together in a silent toast of unity.
Brad shot me a confused look and asked, "What was that all about?"
I fired back, "They thought we were straight."
Brad furrowed his eyes brows and did a sweeping Vanna White arm-gesture toward me and said sarcastically, "Really?"
And though his comment did smart a little we laughed.
To show them just how gay we are I thought about getting my camera out to show them a picture of Brad a few nights earlier in London at a transgender bar called The Princess (that we accidentally stumbled upon) holding a tranny's purse while he/she used the restroom. Or the photo of Brad getting a big ol' smootch on the lips in thanks for doing so...
Yes Brad, I realize your mother will read this... Consider this big-time payback for that show-casing really.