When I was in my early 20’s I worked with a 19 year old woman. We would chat from time to time – nothing particularly deep or even personal, but I was definitely starting to crush on her. What I didn’t realize at first is that she was a lesbian, until one day my dense self noticed the lingering hand touches that she shared with her friend who visited our work from time to time.
Over the next few months I became really good friends with both of them. They lived together, fairly close to where we worked, and I would often find myself in their apartment having a few beers with them. We ended up being very open about our sexualities, but while we talked about what we had done, and who with, what we liked, it was always on a philosophical level. Except for the time when we had a “blow job contest” with long neck beer bottles. The lesbian and straight guy won that for some reason. I would sit apart from them, they were totally into each other, but just in a fully clothed PDA around friends kind of way. I knew the girlfriend, “L” for lesbian, had only ever been with other girls, but my friend, “B” for bisexual, had a streak of sleeping with men before having met L.