The floor tile guy arrived at my door with his helper beside him. The helper was a woman in her 20s. She was tank-topped and tattooed with a do rag on her head and ripped jeans on her skinny bottom. Bits of metal protruded from her face. My spidey senses shouted, “Gay” at me. Later when we talked, she told me about her boyfriend and her My Little Pony kitchen decor.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic, “So, about my gaydar.”