So we confuse people. in The irresistible urge to rant, riff and ramble

On the way home from the Trickeye last night:

T: So… [you and Caffeine] are friends?
Me: We’re married.
T: Oh. I’m sorry.
Me: We’re good friends too, if that helps.

Here’s how she was looking yesterday:

T had some gender confusion going on, at a guess.