I have written about it before. I don’t have good gaydar. In fact, unless someone is admittedly out, or else just on fire flaming, I can’t tell if they are gay or straight. In some ways, I think this may be a good thing. It tells me that we blend in with the rest of the crowd (or at least to me, we do). It tells me that I don’t see stereo-types.
The other day at work, I ran into a male nurse in the cafeteria. He was always pleasant to me whenever we ran into each other. And no, I didn’t think he was gay because he was a male nurse. There was something about him that I thought flagged gay. I’m not sure what it was, something inside me bleeped “he’s gay”.
Anyway, he asked if I was eating with anyone. I normally eat on the roof with one of my co-workers, but she had called off sick. I told him no and he sat down. As we got to know each other, I even thought he was being a bit flirty. But again I think I was wrong.
As we were saying good-bye he said something like “one more night in this heck hole and I go on vacation with my wife and daughter”.
So there it is…I can never pick them.