I’ve always known I was Bisexual.
It’s never bothered me and I’ve never felt ashamed or like I didn’t know who I was. That being said, I’ve never actively sought out homosexual experiences. I’m not interested in dating men, and I have a very specific type of men that I find attractive.
When I was 19 I moved to a town hours away from my friends and family and started going to a community college. And that’s where I met him.
For anonymity’s sake we’ll call him Dave.
Dave was 4 years older than me, super skinny, blonde, and about 6’1. He was ex military. Not my type.
Dave and I had the same history and economics class and when we were in between classes we would hang out and smoke cigarettes together. We became pretty good friends and occasionally we would hang out outside of school. Mostly we just go out to eat.
Dave never hinted to me that he was into men but he never seemed to be interested in women.