The Irish one said:
I was beginning to wonder if nobody 'got it'.

I am glad someone here appreciates a talented tongue.
Okay, if it is macho to skip the big wedding thing, I think I have all the ladies 'beat' on that one: I eloped in a sweatsuit after I proposed, and I paid for the rings, blood tests, marriage license and then, afterwards, dinner and a movie.
I still do the girly, heart-stopping shriek in reaction to the large roaches in Georgia but, having lived in both Kansas and the Mojave Desert, spiders big enough to carry a small child off hardly phase me.
I am not into any team sport, like football, hockey, or baseball. I did do gymnastics at one time and can still do the splits. I got an A in Archery class -- the only one the coach could remember ever being gotten for Archery at that college -- and was a better shot with a gun than my older brother.
For exercise, I used to walk 6 miles in The Mojave Desert -- after dark, so as not to get sunburned and so the temperature would drop below 100 degrees -- with a 'camel back' full of water. After a while, the coyotes quit making me nervous.
The highlight of GIS school was pointing out a mathematical error on the board and refusing to back down and arguing the professor to a standstill. He erased the board 3 times, claiming I must just be 'confused' by the complicated drawing. Finally, in disgust, he bet me 'lunch' -- just about 1 minute before he realized I was right. The $20 he paid up with came in real handy.
IMO, a man can only claim he is a Lesbian if A) He loves women (every chance he gets) and B) He cooks and does laundry. If he can only claim A, then he is your usual, run of the mill, macho male. If he can't claim either, well, if he has any sense, he won't admit it.
(I guess that would be one more thing to add to my criteria for the Perfect Husband: On top of being some old geezer with failing eyesight who thinks I am a 'purty young thang', he would need to be a Lesbian.)