Oh, I've been waiting for this one...
I was very tempted to go for a far longer version of this story, but I'll abridge it for reasons of... well, who cares, you'll enjoy it more if it's shorter.

Anyway... I met someone through friends who was only ever in my vicinity during holidays as she went to uni elsewhere. We made it rather obvious that we liked each other, but never amounted to anything in the time we were given.
Still, we kept in contact over MSN, and she often confided in me with her troubles... and confusions.

During Easter, while she was home again, we went out for a night and ended up back at my place with a little wine in us. The mood was a little strange, but a few episodes of Family Guy later and we were having awkward, quiet sex with the lights off, until she asked me to stop.

"Sorry," I said, falling off her. "Is there something wrong?"

She paused for pretty much ever with the most confusion I've ever seen evident in a person. And then, without looking at me, she finally spoke...

"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm definitely gay."
(Sparkytus is obviously not a golfer, Sat 16 Jun 2007, 21:17, Reply)