Now there are all sorts of closet-gay types. There's the rare type that actually acts stereotypically straight -- big man on campus, jock at high school, and REALLY enjoys swimming, but you know, who doesn't? Then there's the in-between, where they're a little ambiguous. They enjoy fragging your ass in video games, they know the actual names of sports team -- but they also cook a mean quiche and dress better than their girlfriends. They keep you guessing and probably mean to.
Then there's those who say and do things that are gayer than the anal sex I had this morning. With a man. In a gay bar. With Gaga in the background.
And maybe you can let that type of stuff roll off your back but I CANNOT. And I always seem to have a co-worker that fits this description and it's just a little distracting. During breaks, I devise ways to get them to admit that yes, they prefer cock to vag. I don't try to out them, or break up with their "awesome" girlfriends. I just make sure that they know that me and my anus are here for them if they need to do a little soul searching. S'all I'm saying.