I have no gaydar. Zilch. When my mentee and I were redeeming her tickets at Fun House (arcade) tonight, the man behind the counter emitted zero gaydar signals in my direction. Nerdar signals were strong, however. Mainly because of his glasses style. I asked him where Fun House was relocating in the summer. One sentence led to another and before I knew it, he was discussing the meaning of he and his partner's son's name, Wylie.
15 minutes later in the car driving back to the mentee's house:
Mentee: What's a partner?
Me: [by this time I had completely forgot about the man at Fun House] Like when you're playing cards, it would be the person on your team. Or when you are dancing, it would be the person you're dancing with.
Mentee: So the man at Fun House has a baby with his card friend?
Me: Oh...that kind of partner. Umm...errr...well...[where is your aunt when I need her] the man is gay and his "husband" is his partner.
Proof there is a God #273: She didn't ask me how they had a baby together.