I’ve been told by several people on here that I should post this story for you lovely folks. This took place several years ago and it’s honestly still kind of unbelievable to me but here goes.
It was the summer after grade 12 and my high school boyfriend and I had broken up recently after I came out as bisexual. (And to think, I thought all guys were into bi girls…) So our story picks up as I arrive at the first big house party I attended after the breakup. I was invited by a close friend of mine, but aside from him I only knew about 3 other people attending.
After a few drinks and what felt like 100 introductions to drunk people from a different high school, I made my way out to the patio where there was the expected gaggle of hipstery white people in flannel passing around a couple of acoustic guitars. Wonderwall was played (of fucking course) but the people were fun, I got to take a couple turns and that’s where I met John.