Gaydars and Numbed Holidays

So I just found out where and when this cute GSI for one of my classes holds his office hours. It is conveniently located somewhere I frequent.
However, I have a strong suspicion he is gay. His jeans flare. They flare out a good 25 degrees from his knee cap. I measured with a protractor during class.
Haha protractors. Good times.
Anyways, unknown fact about me. 70% of the guys I meet, I suspect are gay. It is unavoidable and most of the time I am wrong. But that 30% of whom I didn't suspect are gay, 15% actually are.
This skewed gay-dar of mine resulted from the fact that I'd fall in love with someone (usually a stranger I've never met) only to find out (usually through facebook) that we share the same taste in movies, music, and men.

Valentine's Day is coming up the day after Friday the Thirteenth. Here's the worst case scenario that I can think of. Someone finally gets asked out by that special someone on the 12th. That special someone breaks up with him/her on the thirteenth. Then the 14th is spent wearing a Crown Royal and getting to know Captain Morgan and Don Julio while enjoying the the Absolut pleasures of Southern Comfort and petting a Grey Goose.