Growing up I had a good friend who I had a major crush on. He had a gf, he knew I'm gay. We lost touch for a couple of years after college. On a night out in 2002, we would have been 23, I was in a Wetherspoons pub & bumped into my mate, he was there with his gf & a couple of mate, I was there with a couple of my mates. We had a drink & a chat & I gave him my number, thinking nothing much of it, other than it was nice to see him. Later that week I got a call from my mate asking if I wanted to go out for a drink & watch the rugby, I agreed. We went out & had a good night, had a couple of drinks. At the end of the night my mate walked with me back to the train station, we were chatting when my mate suddenly kissed me. I couldn't believe it. I pulled away & said to him, what are you doing, you've got a gf. He said he'd had a crush on me for years. He revealed that he & a couple of mate from college had been hooking up without their gf's knowing, they had wanted me to join but were too nervous to ask me to join them.