That brought back a memory.
Many years ago I was visiting my home town after having been gone a number of years. After chatting with old friends and having a few drinks the bar was closing so as I was about to get up a gal sitting across the table said it might be better if I stayed at her place rather than drive back to the city.
She was the ex-wife of a friend's brother so while we knew of each other we didn't really know each other on a personal level. In any case I thought it was a great idea so I followed her home. Upon arriving we had coffee and chatted a bit. Then she pointed to a door and said, "The bedroom is in there. I'll be in shortly."
I thought I was going to be sleeping on the couch. Being from the country I'm used to "down home hospitality" but not to this extent.
She got into bed and lied with her back towards me. When I moved closer and put my arm around her she said, "I didn't bring you home for that!"
Huh??? What did I miss?
Then she said, "I thought you were gay."
"What gave you that idea", I asked.
"Well, you're in your early thirties, neat, clean, well-dressed and if you're in the bar in the evening I doubt you have a girlfriend so....", she replied.
So I spent a restless night lying beside a tall, slim, attractive gal who invited me into her bed but had absolutely no interest in me.
Perhaps I should have remembered that old adage, "If it seems too good to be true, it probably is."