*my* mirror reflects what it projects

My sweetie went to a party without me this past weekend (while I was away at an art show and later observing the interchangeability of goths), and because we are still googley about one another, spent some time talking about me to the crowd of new people. One of the first things she told me about it the next day was, "Person x was very envious that I was in a longterm relationship with a girl." This filled me with a sinking feeling of dread, because I'd met person x in passing once some time back. "That's only until she remembers who I am" I said, "Then she'll be all, 'oh, that guy?'"

I am so certain that everyone sees me as a guy, and that once they do, that's all they see, that it colors everything else about me. I'm so certain of this that I can only see in myself what I'm sure others' eyes are seeing, even when they're not present; I have nothing internal with which to resist this.