We finally met in person for the first time at my junior semi-formal and I still remember every waking moment - it had been the greatest night of my life.Īs a first time relationship often does, it made the world a blur of rose-coloured bliss in my eyes. After that, for months - on and off - we shared lovey dovey chit chat, mindless adolescent Facebook hacking (note: don’t ever share personal passwords with anyone - EVER) and gag-worthy stories of one another with less-than-amused friends. It took all of two weeks before our shared smiley face texts were replaced with crooked hearts and an endless number of X’s and O’s. Our relationship blossomed my junior year of high school after an accidental introduction via a mutual friend. I have no doubt that I came long after any self-doubt he might have had about his sexuality, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t feel as though I played a part in it. Okay, so maybe that isn’t exactly how it happened. So today, I am going to share with you the story of how I turned my very first boyfriend gay.
I have grown up believing that while moments in our life may not define us, they certainly do give meaning to the lives we lead. If your boyfriend ever tells you that he thinks he’s gay, don’t offer to help him find a guy to experimentally make out with.
