Mine was great, but I don't think I'd compare it to any of the categories listed.
11th grade -- my father's condition was getting serious enough that taking care of him was a full-time job for my mom, so they sent me to a boarding school for my junior year so Mom wouldn't be too overburdened. Quickly, I became best friends with a guy named Ron who lived on my floor. Ron had a roommate, William, who seemed nice enough but was kind of reserved and didn't hang around much when Ron and I were together.
One Friday in October, I stopped by Ron's room. William was playing this game for the Apple II called
"Suicide" and told me that Ron had to go home for the weekend. I stood at the doorway watching the game he was playing -- it was pretty cool by 1983 standards, I guess...
After a few minutes, William noticed I was watching the game and asked if I wanted to try it myself. So I came in and sat next to him, and -- well, I suck at video games, but it was fun. Suicide had a two-player mode, and he beat me pretty handily.
One thing you could say about Apple IIs -- they were small. And for two people to sit close enough to the keyboard to play this game simultaneously, they had to sit
real close. I don't know if William felt as funny as I did, but in short order the conversation turned to girls.
He started to talk about which girls on campus he "liked", and wanted to know who I "liked" -- and I had to make up something because by this point I had figured out that I was probably gay. I knew that if I named any girl in particular, word would eventually get to her, and I didn't want that to happen. So I copped the attitude that
any girl was okay in the dark, "after all, a hole's a hole". Pretty scummy and sexist I know, but I thought it'd be enough to cover me.
Instead, William called my bluff. "Yeah? But you wouldn't let a
guy suck you off, would you?"
Aaaaaaugh! Now I had to think fast. Was this an opportunity or a trap? I had to come up with an answer that didn't
sound gay. I said something like, "Well, if I kept my eyes closed, I probably couldn't tell the difference, y'know?"
Awkward silence followed. And then an abrupt change of subject. The admission may have been more than William wanted to hear -- he looked away and opened a drawer full of disks, and asked, "you want to see some of the other games I have?"
We went through the motions of loading up another game and playing a round of it, but things were definitely different. The conversation wasn't flowing anymore -- we were both tiptoeing around the elephant in the room.
Finally, William quietly said, "I bet you're right -- I probably couldn't tell the difference either." And I knew what he meant. Ron was out of town -- with the doors locked, there'd be no one to barge in on us.
We negotiated a bit -- it was agreed that neither of us were
gay; that this was merely a scientific experiment of sorts, and that to be fair, we each had to take a turn as blow-job-giver. So, that Friday night, we each took a turn blowing the other -- pretending that this was nothing more than an information-gathering expedition.
Saturday, however, Ron was still out of town, so we repeated the experiment! :)
21 years later, William and I are still friends, although we live in different parts of the country and haven't seen each other in person for over ten years.
