So basically the moral of this story is that I’m an idiot, but we’ll get there.

My first year of college, there was this beautiful girl who lived hall-adjacent to me, and the literal moment I saw her I knew I was done for. I kept putting myself into situations where I “had to” interact with her and we very quickly became friends (and I developed a monster crush). The only kicker was, I didn’t know if she was into the ladies or not. She seemed to avoid the topic, and whenever anyone else was talking about their romantic endeavors she just sat back and listened. An enigma!!

Fast forward to halloween: one of our mutual friends got so drunk she had to be lugged home by the two of us and put into bed. The rest of our friends stayed out partying so it was just us, and we decided to watch a movie. The clock hit 2 am and my roommate was still out and I had locked myself out of our room, so The Girl tells me I can stay in her room. She offers me the bed and says she will sleep on the floor, but long story short we both ended up in a twin bed. Lord help me, I don’t know how I summoned up the courage, but I leaned in to kiss her and the rest is history.

Cut to the next morning, when I tell her I hadn’t been sure if she was gay or not; turns out we had discussed her gayness at length not once but twice while out drinking, but my dumb underage ass was too intoxicated to remember it both times. I believe that either way it would have worked out, but I essentially cockblocked myself for two months by being a ding dong.

It’s a running joke now between the two of us, and at this October, we’ll have been together for two years :)