I think my boss is gay...

My boss had always been a clean cut, well groomed man. His hair was always combed meticulously making sure to never let a hair fall out of place, yet I had never thought anything of it until the other day...the other, fateful day. I was working the register as I normally do when I heard some giggling coming from the back. Being the only staff member on duty at the time (It wasn't a busy day, just me and the boss) I thought I would go check it out. I went into the back room and saw my boss painting his toenails and saying how it tickled.
"What are you doing?" I inquired.
"Just painting my toenails," he replied.
"Why?"
"I have a date tonight," he said still giggling like a 6 year old girl who had heard the word "willy" for the first time.
"Aren't girls the ones who do the whole toenail thing?" I asked.
"Not all the time," he said.
I wasn't sure how to react so I carried on with operating the register. When it came time to close up, I went to the back and switched off all the lights then proceeded to the front to lock the door when I saw something I would never forget, my boss playing tonsil hockey with another man. I was so shocked that I fell over a chair behind me and was knocked unconscious. While I was out, I had the best dream. I was at a party one night and saw the girl from school I liked. I went up to her and we started talking and soon sparks started to fly. We went into a closet and turned off the light. She was kissing me so tenderly but my dream came crashing down when I woke up to find my boss' boyfriend giving me CPR because he thought I was dead. What was worse is that, to put it in a 6 year old girls terms, "Willy was saluting the sun".