Broken Gaydar

My gaydar is broken. My first boyfriend turned out to bat for the other team, which I completely missed, and the other day I tried to set up my sister with an adorable, very smiley guy named Thor from Orlando. He shook his head, laughed and said, "Sorry, I'm probably not her type." Whoops. There have been lots of missed calls in between, too. See, unless somebody asks or tells, I'm usually in the dark. But not anymore. As of today, the whole Don't Ask, Don't Tell law is going down. People in the military, at least, can walk around with the rest of us and say whatever they want without fear of getting fired. Hallelujah. It's about time.