The flapping should have been the giveaway.
Well, that and the fact that they all insisted upon wearing ankle-length fancy lace surplices that could have been mistaken for women's lingerie had there not been a black cassock underneath.
Admittedly, I wasn't onto them either, since most of them did not exhibit the stereotypical mannerisms generally associated with fαɢɢօtry.
I was also rather naive at the age of 21, as there was a guy from IHM to whom I actually gave a ride up to STAS who was an obvious flamer (textbook), and yet I filtered it out, in my naive mentality, since he appeared externally to be pious and devout otherwise. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. We made the mistake of getting to STAS a weak early. I still recall walking into the chapel, not knowing where to go, and seeing only now-Father Soos praying in the choir stalls, who came over, realizing we were "lost" and took us to where we needed to go. Well, I had hoped by arriving early to be able to take a few days of personal/mini- retreat to prepare for the seminary, but we were put to work immediately, since they were just moving to Winona from Ridgefield. It was hard work, carrying furniture (tables, pews, boxes of books, etc.) in 95-degree (and humid) weather. I recall that this guy seemed to no-show and disappear from the work details, and I found him in his room, with his feet kicked up on his desk, sitting in front of an electric fan he had purchased, and declaring (flailing with limp wrists and speaking in an obvious pronounced lisp) "These hands were made for chalices, not callouses." Thankfully, he was gone after a week, since he couldn't deal with Bishop Williamson's "Anti-Semitism". During the drive to Winona (from Cleveland), a large bug flew in the window at one point, and the girlish soprano-pitched shrieking emanating from the back would have put the movie "scream queens" to shame. Despite all this, I remained oblivious, having been a rather naive fellow at that young age.