Dewie, you dog you, getting in tight with the cheerleaders.
I'm reminded of the time someone called me "gay" for doing drama classes and not joining a football team.
"Dude, you get changed with a bunch of men, stretch your muscles with a bunch of men, play around with balls with a bunch of sweaty men in shorts, then go have a shower and get changed AGAIN with a bunch of men. I hang out with a bunch of girls, get to kiss them if it comes up in any of the scenes we act out, and one of them is my girlfriend. I'm not saying you're gay, but if anyone here is gay, it's not me."
Incidentally, I ran into one of the girls from that drama course at a metal gig in a pub last summer and got her number again.
I should text her, she's a pretty cool person.
It's funny because we actually fucking hated each other during the course, (she was best friends with the girl from the course I was going out with) but we really hit it off (platonically, I think - girls are confusing to start with and she's a massive troll at times) when we ran into each other.