Only one question regarding that kind of comment / her reaction
What the hell were you wearing?

There seems to be some confusion about the manliness of my attire. I was wearing work clothes. Jeans & a sweater and they weren't clean, incorporating greases, plasters, paints, oils, and general grime. Not in excess, just a sensible heterosexual smattering. Granted, the charcoal jumper is on the tighter side but I won't be held responsible for the vicissitudes of my dryer.
I look like someone you'd ask for help if your car won't start or if you needed a foreman for a wagon train to settle an untamed wilderness in the distant West. I doubt half you gay boys could even change a damn tire. Second day without a shave too, so I was dead center of the stubble zone at the time. I was positively pulsing with blue collar virility. It's perfectly understandable that she wasn't accustomed to such an oversupply of masculine panache and lost her little head for a moment.