I used to pretend that I thought I was gay. I would sit at the bar looking despondent. Once the girl (target) asked what was bothering me, I would tell her that I had little to no experience with romance but was starting to feel something towards my boss. I would tell her I was worried I was becoming gay.
More often than not, they'd take me home to prove me wrong!
In Seattle, five aids infested homos would have tied you to lampost and took turns proving your worries to be well founded.