It’s strange to think that I’ve been out of the closet for the past 12 years. It’s really not that long, but looking at how much I struggled with my sexuality prior to my admission it is astounding that I ever came out at all. I guess all it took was a pretty face.
In retrospect the face I thought was “handsome” was in fact not at all. Looking at the pictures now I have NO IDEA what I was thinking at the time. The dude is hideous. But in that moment I was smitten and only two days after telling my friend, at her bowling birthday party, that I liked guys and her friend, I went on my first date.
The friend I had made my admission to was someone I had at once had a “crush on.” She was a buxom 12 year old with a mouth like a sailor. We could make each other laugh. I think we went on one “date” that comprised of us walking the length of the mall. Our relationship was a flash in the pan. After that we never spoke again until her 17th birthday when I told her a part of myself no one in the world (and in reality myself) knew. It’s a strange bit of kismet when I think back on it now.
I had originally left my friend Becky’s birthday without saying a word. I had no intention of telling anyone, in fact. But when I went out to my car the battery was cold dead. I don’t know if it just bit the dust cause it had run it’s last or because I left the lights on. Either way, while waiting for AAA to give me a jump or a tow, I went back inside and told her.
The thought has crossed my mind so many times before, what if I had gone out to my car and it had worked. Where would I be? Would I have driven home and never-ever-ever made that admission to anyone? Would I have married some poor girl and forced myself into a life I didn’t want at all? Or would I have told someone some day… At this point it’s all speculation.
Like I said, I don’t’ even know how I admitted it to her. Seriously. I was still struggling with myself. Even the day after I had I mentally berated myself for saying anything. How could I!? I’m not gay!
Whatever caused that spur of courage I am grateful for it every day. My life has turned out wonderfully because of it. Even though it ultimately resulted in a ton of heartbreak, I eventually met the man I’ve spent the last 11 years with and I wouldn’t have changed a thing.