Nothing exciting happened to me at band camp, however quite a lot of exciting things happened to me in the gay club.
One of them was meeting my first girlfriend. I was newly out, full of bravado and more often than not full of liquid courage. One night I was there with my only real gay friend and drinking buddy, eyeing up girls as usual. This particular night one particular girl kept catching my eye, her and her friend were all over the bar yet didn't seem to be speaking to anyone but each other. After watching them for a while I'd finally had enough drinks to make my move when they decided to pop into the toilets.
I followed them in, waited nonchalantly beside the basins, then pounced as she walked out.
"Oh hi there,' she said 'What was your name again? It's been so long"
Yes indeedy, I knew her. Not only had she dated a male friend of mine, but the girl she was with that night was her secret girlfriend who she'd met at church..
