According to my sister Kelli, I suffer from what you would call "reverse gay-dar." Rather than sniffing out and disregarding men who appear to be gay, I instead sniff them out and become instantly attracted. It's not that I want what I can't have, it's just that I honestly don't realize they're gay.
OK, here's the back story. My first year at BYU, there was this guy that lived in my apartment complex who I thought was a Greek god reincarnate. Seriously, he was HOT. And the fact that he dressed well made him even hotter. In fact, he dressed a little too well. My friend picked up on this and teased me that he was gay, but I disregarded her with the rationalization that, "we're at BYU." Rock solid argument, I know.
Anyways, I was looking at one of my friend's facebook page the other night and saw that she was friends with that certain "old flame" (I wish) and asked her what the connection was (and I won't lie, I wanted her to hook me up). She promptly replied, stating that she was "tight with the underground BYU gay community," had met him through "one of his boyfriends," and that he was "gay, gay, gay, gay, GAY."
I always had a feeling that my affinity towards metro guys would eventually cause problems.
