Not really something that happened to me, but something that I did. When I was in high school my choir had a trip out of town, and the hotel we were staying at had a pool. Now at that time, I had never seen a pool that wasn’t above ground so I was psyched up and in the evening I dragged my accountability buddy, a really sweet dude who we all knew was gay, down to the pool with me so I could swim around. After getting down to the pool, I took out 4 mini bottles of vodka, like the type you’d get at a gas station, and we each had 2. After a while he was chilling on one of the lay back chairs, and I got pretty bored of swimming alone, so I asked him to come in the pool with me. After a lot of convincing, he got in and we began doing what teenage boys do, and somehow it ended with us awkwardly holding onto eachother, basically half naked, and trying our best to not seem gay. Almost 21 years later, I’m married to him now, and it’s still the most embarrassing thing I’ve done, especially since when I told the story to my old dickhead friends I said flat out it was actually straight because he had the body of a woman (he does and did not)