I... wasn't going to say this, but I will. I may as well add in a story now. Maybe another later.
When I was going through school, I always knew I was different somehow. I never liked any girls anything past admiration. I never quite thought of them as anything but friends, and that was even with a lot of friends of mine being girls. If any of them liked me, I honestly didn't know, and didn't care to know. I always figured I was just waiting for the right person, ya know?
Well, during this time I developed more interests with guys. I always got along so well with girls, but guys were another story. While I did get along with them, there was a part of me that seemed to gravitate toward them more and more, and I didn't quite understand it. I tried not to pay attention to that, either, but unlike what was going on with girls, I just couldn't get some guys out of my mind for one reason or another. Me and my innocence thought it was admiration, or just wishing I had had a different life like theirs.
Another interest, which is relevant to this story, was in Japanese. I caught on quick, and go figure that most, if not all of my friends were in this class, boy and girl alike. I caught on quickly, like the rest of my class were, and our teacher told us of something called Japan Bowl. One misleading trip to where we were gathering later, and I went to this my first time in my junior year of high school. This trip changed my life and rocked my world.
Fastforward to the final round. My team is winning every round so far, and it's looking good for us. We go up against a team from Clarkson... and... lose. But that's because the other team already had all the questions in a previous round. I'd normally have been furious, but there was one person that caught my eye. His name was Richard. I don't know what it was, but I was drawn to him faster than anyone before. We had a lot in common, and at the end of the day, we exchanged ways to keep in touch. We kept in touch for a while... and eventually found we had feelings deeper than friends with each other.
This scared me. I didn't know I was gay, and here I was, falling for a guy. I didn't know how to act, react, who to tell, who not to tell... and he guided me through it. I thought at first I might be bi, but slowly as our relationship, though long-distance(hour apart and neither of us could drive at the time), I found out I was gay completely. Though the relationship ended suddenly... I got my first kiss and the discovery of who I am. I haven't looked back since, and all because of one chance meeting.
There... that's my story. Coming out was a completely different one, but that one is a bit more... personal. Needless to say, my friends and family were pretty accepting of it once the shock died down, but I'll go into more detail if people want me to.