Fresh out of college--where I tried unsuccessfully to enjoy the socially-required (this was the '60's) company of woman--I formed a friendship with a woman. She was a bit of a mis-fit herself, was pleased to know a man who didn't come on like a neanderthal and I was relieved to find one who wasn't a ball-buster. I thought this might be my only chance to do what family and society had always expected and I had found so impossible to do. I thought I might learn to be be attracted to this woman sexually. I NEVER had been to any other woman before and felt freakishly inadequate because of it. Was this my last chance to get it "right"? When I announced to my family that we were getting married they were just as relieved, I think, as I. The marriage lasted 7 years. Yes, I was able to perform sexually, but I felt no lust or passion. My sexual arousal was born of something more like relief that here I was "doing it" with a woman. I got off because I was really fantasizing myself getting on. And then I left to live out the rest of my life as a gay man. I am not proud of this time in my life. But I totally reject any label of being, or having been, bisexual.