point of interest...hmm

10:00 am. monday. class is as boring as ever, and we're about to start another lecture. I'm sitting in the 4th row from the front, along side Ron and Tim. Ron wispered to me:

" Pss, phil, look over there!" He points to the 1st row, on the left side of the auditorium.
"Who? oh, yes. he's cute...very cute." I concurred.
"No, not him! the other one!"
"Oh okay, yeah, but that doctor is definitely cute." Tall, dark hair, medium complexion with a chiseled jawline you can probably grate cheese with--this was one hot doctor.
I noticed his perfectly fitted suit beneath the white coat, impecable shoes, and neatly trimmed hair. "He's a neurosurgeon!" I exclaimed to Ron.
"And he's also married," Tim chimed, "Notice the ring?"
"Lucky wife. Damn!" I sighed.
"No, no, not necessarily." Ron adamantly protested. "First of all, it's Massachusetts, so it may not be a wife. And second of all, plenty of gay guys wear wedding rings."
"You mean because they're in the closet?" I asked.
"Not exactly, they wear it so people won't question their private lives. " Ron patiently explained to me," This single gay guy I know from my gym says he wears a wedding ring because he works at a school, and he doesn't want people to ask questions."

"Really! That just makes it even more confusing! You know there was a Dean at Harvard who dressed impecably like the doctor over there, and it took me 2 years to figure out that he was gay." I exclaimed.

"Was it because he wore a ring?" Ron asked.
"No. Well, he had shirtless pictures of himself in his office though...very sporty, and he wore really nice shoes." I responded.
Ron sighed, and responded: "And it took you 2 years? In that case, Phil, your gaydar needs a tune up."