After meeting no gay people at all (that I knew of) in high school, and only a few in college, I moved to Bloomington, Indiana in 1982 to work on my M.A. in English, and within a few weeks I met four!
Four gay men right in Eigenmann Hall, the graduate student dorm, right in the 13th floor tv lounge!
"Who's this?" I asked, grinning.
"My...um...cousin, visiting for the weekend," Mark told me.
Honorary #5: Terry, a MFA student in theater, was flamboyantly swishy, with an overmodulated voice, fluttering hands, a fabulous wardrobe, and metrosexual hair care products. But he claimed to be straight, and regaled the 13th floor with tales of seducing a different lady every night.
So much for Eigenmann Hall.
See also: Sharing the Optometrist's Boyfriend.