I dunno ... let me check ...

I know I’m the patron saint of painfully awkward, piteous flirting so I have no room to criticize—and at my age I should just shut up and thank the patron saint of small ego boosts if someone even makes an effort—but if you walk out of a restaurant with your little to-go bag and notice that the sidewalk is drenched and covered in puddles for as far as you can see, probably the LAST don’t-look-like-an-idiot conversation starter you should use on the gay guy walking toward you is “Did it rain?”