<p>I think the trigger was a party I went to. Five girls, three guys. It was a birthday party for one of my friends from drama. We got it into our heads to play Spin the Bottle. They set the regulations as follows--you spin. If it lands on a person of the opposite sex, you peck them on the lips. Then they get to spin. If it lands back on you, they have to French kiss you for five seconds. Then you spin again. If it lands back on them AGAIN, you have to French kiss them for TEN seconds, and so on and so forth. If the bottle lands for the first time on a person of the SAME sex, you have to kiss them on the cheek. If they land on you, then it's a peck on the lips, and so on down the line.</p>
<p>My first spin...I landed on a girl. Pecked her on the cheek, no big deal. She spun...landed back on me. I'd never kissed a girl before...never really considered it as an option. I'd never been kissed until I was sixteen (I'm eighteen now), and I'd only kissed two people in my entire life. I was nervous. She told me to just do it, so I did. No big deal. Then I spun...and it landed back on her. And it was like falling through the floor, and flying up to heaven, and the rest is history.</p>
<p>I'd been somewhat attracted to girls, I think, prior to that. The thing is, I'm not sure. I don't remember having ANY attraction to EITHER sex, up until I was sixteen and my first boy asked me out. I didn't really feel attracted to him at the time...but he asked me, and I wanted to know what it was like to have a boyfriend, and I accepted. We dated for almost two years. I cared about him deeply. When we finally did break up, I was almost immediately asked out again,this time by a close male friend who had been working up the courage to ask me. I really thought it was a bad idea, but after a lot of prodding I said yes, not wanting to hurt his feelings. We dated for eight months, but I broke it off with him almost a month ago. I felt like I was doing something illicit, staring at this girl that I work with while I was supposed to be dating him, and I didn't feel like I loved him or wanted to be with him. So we're still friends...but. But.</p>
<p>Thus, the story of my life. I look back, and can kind of see certain patterns that might indicate a same-sex inclination...but I'm not sure if I'm just trying so hard to justify myself that I'm seeing things that aren't there. I don't know what to do. It's confusing, and lonely, and I feel like I want to just jump out of my skin and run forever...</p>
<p>...but it's nice to have people like you to talk to, in places like this.</p>
<p>Anyway. There you have it. Don't know what any of that had to do with my original posting. But, at least now you know background.</p>