An attractive girl was walking down the street, just in front of me, and she kept glancing back at me and smiling. I don't normally get that kind of attention in broad daylight in public(in fact, it's pretty rare most of the time), so I returned the smiles. It was windy and her impractically short skirt was blowing around, and she was quite clearly making no attempt to stop it, and even turned around and joked about it to me. I was pretty stunned at this, and all the Roger Moore-esque suave talk in my head was being broken on the long trip down from my brain to my mouth, but we nevertheless remained interested in each other. Eventually she asked me if I wanted to "go into her house for a while", at which point I, taken aback, got in an incredible panic and, rather than just ask for her number or something and take it slowly, I instead said that I was gay, for absolutely no clear reason that I can think of.