On my complete lack of GayDar...

So one Saturday night, after being pseudo-stood up by Tuesday night guy, I sort of re-found (aka, intentionally stalked) this guy I banged once or twice in college on Facebook, the universal equalizer for drunken mistakes. He's SUPER excited to have reconnected, and we spend a week sending each other long emails about what we've been up to since college, how we're both runners, it's awesome.  I'm totally digging him (he's effing adorable), but yet,he doesn't ask me out. We go back & forth forever until (on office mate's urging) I stop writing him novels in response to his emails and eventually we stop talking so much.  I threw out a last ditch "we should meet for drinks or a run sometime" email (the hail mary, I'm sad to say), which went un-responded.

Fast forward a few days, and I'm reassessing the situation with my girlfriend and her husband, who reads through the emails, and immediately comes to the conclusion that he's gay.  Now, once he said it, the clues were pretty clear.  He "LOVED" living in the west village.  He has tons of girl friends but no photos which look like he's with an actual girlfriend.  He works in the art industry (a stereotype, I'm sad to say, but still often valid). I countered with the fact that he was in a fraternity in college, but this was met with further proof of a questionable orientation.

But, in my defense, I was clearly blinded to his gayness by the FACT THAT WE HAD SEX, dammit!  Again, dating fail.