Well, I've fallen into that pit of despair. He was an 18 year old freshman when I was a 22 year old sophomore ( I went to school late). We both played Lacrosse, he on the D-1 team, me on the club team. We hung out a couple times. He knew I was gay and it didn't bother him. He treated me like a great friend. He made time to hang out with me even though he travelled with the Lacrosse team alot. I remember a day he came to my dorm room, told me that his roommate was making too much noise and asked if he could sleep in my room. I got treated to sitting there watching this guy sleep. Yeah, I fell in love with him.

Then there was another dude I met in college....well....you get the idea. I had just came out that first year I went to college. So, any guy that was really cool to me and had similiar interests....I guess I fell in love with.