Eh?

We went over to the Lilleshall National Sports Centre on Sunday afternoon to see a few friends who were competing in the County Indoor. Jenny was with Julie (our longbow shooting friend) when a chap called Steve (mid-forties, married but well known for appreciating ladies) walked up to them. I paraphrase the exchange that was reported to me below:

Steve: [Indicating Jenny with some interest] Who’s this?
Julie: This is Jenny, John’s girlfriend.
Steve: [Surprised] John? Tall John?
Julie: Yes.
Steve: I thought he was gay! Oh, well, that’s the rumour I’ll be spreading anyway.

Eh?

I’ve been guilty of many things, but setting off a "gaydar" isn’t one of them until now, as far as I know.[1]

Some people I’ve told about this have reacted as if I should be offended. I’m just amused. In fact, when I was up in the gallery above the shooting area I was trying to catch Steve’s eye so I could give him a coy little wave.

However, I am curious to know: have I set off any of your gaydars, and if so, why do you think that is?

[1] orangutank - comments about my taste for peppermint tea being a dead giveaway and other associated remarks are anticipated.