It has been quite awhile since relating this story.
I used to be pretty homophobic. I was, however (fortunately) open minded enough to say that if I ever had a friend who I found out was gay I would continue being friends with him (pretty big of me, eh?
) Anyhow, one pretty good friend who I had thought may have been gay asked me one night for a ride back to the car he left downtown because he had been drinking. I agreed and asked where it was. His response was Boys town (a gay bar.) It became clear that I was right and he was gay. It was years ago, and to be honest it took quite a bit for me to live by my promise to myself to remain friends. We became closer and I cherished my friendship with him. His orientation very rarely was an issue, but his honesty with me made it easier for me to trust him and talk about things that I would not necessarily talk about with most of my other friends.
I know that this opinion will be very unpopular with many on the board, (and many who I have a very deep respect for) but part of what made it easy to be close friends with him was the fact that he did not ever talk about the details. He would say it has been a long time since I have been laid or he's hot but he did not talk about the details. I met a few of his friends and even a few of his boyfriends and I did become comfortable enough that him kissing men did not phase me (it was a long, slow transformation on my part.)
He moved to Toronto quite a few years ago and I feel a part of me went with him. I would like to think that my relationship with him helped me grow from somebody who was ( at first) a piss poor excuse for a friend just because he was gay into somebody who he would have been proud to call a friend. I never did get the chance to tell him how grateful I am that he saw something in me that made him believe it to be worth waiting for me to transform from the guy who was sticking out the friendship because I made a promise to myself into whoever/whatever I became.