In my teens in NZ, I was often called gay and I never really knew why. One gay bloke I knew even assured me I was! Now either his gaydar was faulty or he was trying to talk me into it!
My parents have since admitted being "worried" about me and my brother asked me outright many years ago if I preferred "little boys or little girls" (sic).... I replied "neither, I prefer women".
I'll a happily admit to finding some blokes attractive, either looks or manner, but I can honestly say I've never fancied a bloke. I'm also pretty good at trawling my mind and there is no sign of repression, so what others might have picked up on is beyond me.
My wife's brother is gay and I've often meant to ask him whether he'd ever thought of me as gay - but I fear that's a conversation that could either get misinterpreted or just be downright embarrassing!
Oh, and Arbitrary, get some wing mirrors fitted - the gay blokes you meet could be checking out your arse!