Do I Detect a Hint of Mint ?

I'm not exactly sure when I heard the phrase. I think it belonged to a former co-worker of mine. When she would see/meet a guy and think that he must be gay, her GAYDAR would ask the question, "Is there a hint of mint in the air?" Guess it sounds better than, "Light in the loafers."
At work, in public, and with folks who are not in my circle of friends or acquaintances, I generally hold back from offering information about my sexual preferences. I say it's on an as need to know basis and--for the most part--most of the folks who have asked me really don't need to know.
Most folks can figure me out without too many words. Well, once they get past the hippie look/vibe.
As I age, the need to know is actually less and less needy. I am not hunter or a prowler so it's not as if I am looking for partners. Most folks, conversely, are not giving me the once-over for a possible tumble in the hay. So I sometimes wind up asking myself, "Why are these people so interested in knowing?" I am not a spokesperson for the GLBTQQIIAA2S+ community; I speak for myself. And it's not as if I endorse or fully embrace everything that's on the rainbow spectrum. Some folks, sorry to say, are just OUT THERE.
These days I am generally looking for friends. Like-minded ones are probably the best. Educated ones are a plus. I try to look for someone who wants to break bread or meet for a(n) hot beverage. I begin with the words of Amy Farrah Fowler, "Now before this goes any further, you should know that all forms of physical contact, up to and including coitus, are off the table."