I wanted just one guy out of the 1,036 male undergraduates who dreamed only of men. (It didn't occur to me to look for lesbians.) But with no organizations, no meeting places, and everyone pretending to be straight, finding gay men required research. You look for a rote recitation of the desirable traits in girls, as if they had memorized a list; a glint in the eye when a cute guy passed; a reticence about evening and weekend activities, or else too glib an answer.
Through assiduous research, I found three "probably gay" undergrads: the first was a freshman Asian Studies major named Corey: tall, slim, very handsome but not very muscular. I sat next to him in Eastern Religions class in the spring quarter of 1981, and noticed that he never gazed at or flirted with any of the girls in the class -- my first clue!