more than a few years ago i had a similar experience.
i had a long talk with a distant cousin that i had not seen in about 15 years at a family reunion. his family was 800 miles away from mine; as a general rule we are not known as a "close nit, touchy-feely" type of extended family.
J** was 26 at the time, i was about 15 years older than him. like me, he had recently grown out a well groomed mustache/goatee, which his bible belt conservative parents did NOT approve of. he and I were the only 2 guys in the room sporting facial hair and a semi-modern hair style.
although not a weight lifter or a runner, he had a well-proportioned body, shorter hair style and the same blue eyes that i have. his short pants revealed tanned, nicely formed legs. his polo shirt neither hugged his lean torso nor billowed out like a tent; it fit him "just right". this "kid" had grown up and matured and filled out well!! we were the only two men there not dressed in blue jeans and "urban cowboy" style plad shirts and stetson hats.
we started chatting over punch and cookies (this being a baptist menonite family reunion), figured out who the other was and how we were related. what kind of car we both drove (having a car (not a pick up truck) marked us both as being "hip and modern" in this farmer family group), talked about our college degrees and what all we went thru to attain them....
we kept smiling at each other and staring deep into the other's blue eyes, chatting each other up, laughing, occassionally lightly touching each other on the shoulder or forearm as we make wise cracks, leaning against the wall away from the rest of the family and ignoring their discussion of combines and crop rotation and federal tax credits...
athough nothing sexual or ribald or suggestive was mentioned, i felt a deep jolt in the pit of my stomach as i chatted up this distant cousin of mine. by the way his eyes dilated and how he was leaning in towards me; i suspect he felt the same way.
still deep in the closet at that time;i didn't realize what was going on between us, that boy/young man was pegging my personal "gaydar" meter.
later on his mother commented to my father how well the two of us "got along"; that it was unusual for J** to talk so long to relative strangers, that he was a "private person" and not one to start up a long conversation as he did with me.
sometimes i wonder how much farther we could had gone, given more time and getting to know each other better.
we have exchanged occassional Christmas cards; but haven't seen him since then. unlike the other prolific breeders family members; he is still single.