She's like, 'Todd, are you gay?' I said, 'What about my act made you think I was gay?' She looks at me, and she goes, 'Hmm -- your timing.' My timing? I have gay timing. What a bizarre comment about a comedy act. But then I started thinking about my timing, and I do speak slowly. And I guess, in the space between my jokes, I could meet a man, fall beautifully in love, take the train to Massachusetts, have a lovely wedding, take another pause, and then dive right back into my act.