Two guys walk into a bar. One has style, flair and good hair. The other is OK, average, not really worth a second look. A woman nudges her friend and says, "Hey, check out the fox who just walked in." The other friend looks and says, "You mean the gay guy?" Yeah, well, while this might sound like a joke, but it's actually happened to me more than a few times. Along with my other dating difficulties, I have almost no gaydar, or gay radar, or queen meter, or sixth sense for friends of Dorothy. And if it couldn't get...