(that should be ever *wish*...) There was a time before I recognized my sexuality when I was propositioned. Once by a roommate, one by my ex-girlfriend's gay friends (3 or 4 of them trying to recruit me. Yes, it does happen) and once, a guy I liked after I recognized I'm bi, admitted to me that he's gay and lonely. If I could go back, I so would have take up my old roommate on his offer. I would have SO had a 5-some with the gaggle of gays. I would have asked out the lonely guy and maybe even had a real same-sex relationship with him. But as it happens, as I was mustering the courage to ask him out, I met she who would become my wife and couldn't be happier. Ever have moments like that as you look back?
I have had many regrets about not trying hard, but I really think that for all the guys I liked, I did the best I could given the circumstances and my own stages of acceptance.
