“There is such an inexplicable je ne sais quoi radiating from this man and his scarf,” mused Nigel Weaver, admiring the way the man tossed one end of his bubblegum pink brushed cashmere scarf artfully over one shoulder. “Only a gay man could have such panache. Is that fringe on the end?”

“Actually, wait a minute. On second thought, this guy could very well just be French,” remarked Weaver, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “French men aren’t afraid of donning a scarf. In fact, they tend to prefer it. I’ve heard they even wear them year-round.”

“It really isn’t even that cold out today,” pondered Weaver, watching as the man retied his scarf into a tasteful Parisian knot before tucking it into his leather bomber. “So this scarf is definitely just a fashion statement. But I suppose that still doesn’t really narrow it down.”

At press time, the scarf-wearer of ambiguous sexuality was observed with a man, passionately French kissing.