We all have our own stories about discovering our sexuality, becoming comfortable with it and coming out to others. And all of our timelines are different. Today I had a flashback to the first guy who approached me and how I reacted vs. what I would do today. And of course I thought, "You idiot, why did you do that?!" LOL Then I wondered what stories other guys have.
Here's mine.
I was a freshman in college. I knew since jr high I was attracted to guys. Times were different and it wasn't "ok" to be gay. There were no role models, demeaning jokes about gays were prevalent, and those who were out fit the Liberace stereotype. Like many gay guys during this time period I was struggling to understand myself and where I fit in. I had no experience with guys.
During spring break, I was home looking for a job for the summer. I was at the mall by myself running errands one afternoon. I was in a store looking at some shirts and a good looking, clean cut guy, wearing khakis and a polo shirt, probably a couple years older than me, came up to the same rack of shirts. He flipped through the shirts. He then said, "Hey. How are you doing?" I said, "Fine. You?" I thought it was kind of odd that he would ask how I was doing. And then suddenly I figured it out. My heart started beating really fast. I as excited and I was nervous as hell. I was attracted to him but I didn't know what to do... nor was I ready to do anything... but knew I wanted to and jacked off a lot thinking about it. At about this point his younger sister came up to him. As I walked away I heard him tell her to go find their mom. I walked out of the store and through the mall. As I got to the end, I had to turn around to get to the other end of the mall where my car was parked. As I turned around, there he was. I had to walk past him. As I walked toward him, he smiled. As I got closer, he said, "Hey. Would you like to give me your phone number?" I was so nervous, still had not figured myself out yet and didn't know how to comfortably explore. I responded to his question, "No." As I drove home I remember thinking, "Oh my god, oh my god, I can't think straight, deep breaths, oh my god. A guy just hit on me!"
Through the years I have remembered this encounter. I was definitely attracted to the guy and have wondered who he was.
1. Where did he spot me in the mall and how did he know?
2. How brave of him to be so forward, given the times
3. The only number I could have given him was my parents home number. We had two phones in the house. I remember thinking that a call would be so awkward (this was in the days before cell phones and the Internet)
4. Why did I react like I did?
5. How could it have been different? Was I stupid for not figuring out a way to take advantage of the situation?
And yes, I did jack off a few times thinking about having sex with him.
I kind of wonder what he's doing today.
That's my story. Does anyone else have a similar story? What happened?
Here's mine.
I was a freshman in college. I knew since jr high I was attracted to guys. Times were different and it wasn't "ok" to be gay. There were no role models, demeaning jokes about gays were prevalent, and those who were out fit the Liberace stereotype. Like many gay guys during this time period I was struggling to understand myself and where I fit in. I had no experience with guys.
During spring break, I was home looking for a job for the summer. I was at the mall by myself running errands one afternoon. I was in a store looking at some shirts and a good looking, clean cut guy, wearing khakis and a polo shirt, probably a couple years older than me, came up to the same rack of shirts. He flipped through the shirts. He then said, "Hey. How are you doing?" I said, "Fine. You?" I thought it was kind of odd that he would ask how I was doing. And then suddenly I figured it out. My heart started beating really fast. I as excited and I was nervous as hell. I was attracted to him but I didn't know what to do... nor was I ready to do anything... but knew I wanted to and jacked off a lot thinking about it. At about this point his younger sister came up to him. As I walked away I heard him tell her to go find their mom. I walked out of the store and through the mall. As I got to the end, I had to turn around to get to the other end of the mall where my car was parked. As I turned around, there he was. I had to walk past him. As I walked toward him, he smiled. As I got closer, he said, "Hey. Would you like to give me your phone number?" I was so nervous, still had not figured myself out yet and didn't know how to comfortably explore. I responded to his question, "No." As I drove home I remember thinking, "Oh my god, oh my god, I can't think straight, deep breaths, oh my god. A guy just hit on me!"
Through the years I have remembered this encounter. I was definitely attracted to the guy and have wondered who he was.
1. Where did he spot me in the mall and how did he know?
2. How brave of him to be so forward, given the times
3. The only number I could have given him was my parents home number. We had two phones in the house. I remember thinking that a call would be so awkward (this was in the days before cell phones and the Internet)
4. Why did I react like I did?
5. How could it have been different? Was I stupid for not figuring out a way to take advantage of the situation?
And yes, I did jack off a few times thinking about having sex with him.
I kind of wonder what he's doing today.
That's my story. Does anyone else have a similar story? What happened?