They know me in New York. I wonder if they know me in Paris.

Sitting at Second Cup today at St. Clair having coffee with my friend this gentleman stood up very close to our table and was putting on his coat.
We were trying to continue our talk, but his presence made it a little difficult since we were discussing some more serious issues in life.
When the man just says: "I have seen the famous gay new york club boy" and then walks away.
My friend and I started laughing, despite the serious topic we had been engaged in.
Was this man talking about me?
Do I look some famous New York Club Kid?
I was not wearing anything particularly stand outish. I just had on black pants and a black turtleneck sweater.
I guess he had to get a closer look to see if it really was who he thought it was.
Strange, n'est pas?