Certainly Lance has been in the public eye for long enough now to know exactly what he was doing. Perhaps (rightly) he doesn't care who sees him where with whom.
I have Provincetown story. About 10 years ago I went to visit my adult (beautiful blonde) daughter who was living as a single career gal in Connecticut. It was early April - off season - she had a long weekend off and I had always wanted to see Cape Cod. So we drove to Provincetown, arriving in the dark around 9:30 PM in a blinding rainstorm. We had a "Bed and Breakfast" guide with us and chose one that had a good rating.
There were only two cars in the parking lot but the lights were on. The proprietor greeted us effusively. He looked us up and down and gushed that he had just the room for us! We followed him down a hallway and were ushered into a very lovely room whose walls were hung with artwork that I will only describe as "suggestive" - and one queensized bed. I said "Do you have anything else? Something with two beds?"
He got a kind of crestfallen look on his face and said "Two beds?", shrugged and took us to another room. Same type of artwork, but one queen bed and a single over to the side in this room.
I looked at him and smiled and said, "This will be better for us. By the way - this is my daughter." He then turned a bright shade of red, looked at her, looked at me, and said "Oh my God, I should have known - she has your eyes!"
We all laughed, he made a snack for us because we were hungry and made us a wonderful breakfast the next morning. And you know, for the life of me I cannot remember the name of the place!
Provincetown is very gay. Lots and lots of same sex couples holding hands and browsing the store windows.