I’m Drunk.

But, enough about that. I think I’m in love, and it’s come at the worst possible time ever. Not for me, of course, but for the other guy. Why is it that I always form the strongest attractions to the guys that are either completely not gay (aka HETEROSEXUAL) or the ones who label themselves as “Bicurious”, even though they’ve had more sexual experiences with men than they’ve had with Women.

This guy, Andrew, is adorable. He’s got the cutest face, and ears that stick out just like mine. He goes to the Naval Academy, which isn’t that far, and he had this week off for spring break. We actually met while he was walking his dog. For some odd reason, I got this bug up my ass to take a walk during the middle of the day. After meeting him and his dog, we walked and talked for a good 2 hours, then he left to go home, and we exchanged phone numbers.

The next day, I got a text from Andrew, asking if I wanted to hang out on Friday and drink a bit with him. Naturally, I said yes, and started making plans for anyone to cover my shift the next day. We met up where we first met, and he had a great idea: “We should get a taxi, go up to DC, and go clubbing. Ever been to Town?”

The moment he said ‘Town’, my heart started to beat faster and faster. That is THE gay bar in DC. I had hope, hope that I hadn’t started falling for another heterosexual. We left for DC, and when we got at the club, we started dancing. Not with each other, but, like, in the same general area. He started drinking, and I started watching him drink. Then I saw some of my co-workers, introduced him to them, and we all started dancing together. At 3 AM, we decided it was time to go home, so we got my friend Darius to drive us back to Andrew’s house. When we got there, he realized he still had an entire bottle of Patrón, so we started drinking that.

Thirty minutes later, I realize that we’re both laying down, right next to each other, staring at the stars in silence. He’s got his arms spread out, and somehow I ended up on top of his arm, curled up next to him. He’s obviously cold, from the way he’s shaking, so I start rubbing his arms and chest, and when I look up, his face is just millimeters away from mine. I can feel my heart beating faster, and making the first move for the first time in my life, I kiss him.

At first, his lips don’t really move, so I start panicking that I crossed the line, so I pull away. Only, he’s moved his hand to behind my neck, and he pulls me in again. His kisses are soft, and he barely moves his lips. They’re perfect. I’ve never had a kiss leave me feeling the way I do right now, even an hour after it first happened. When his hands started exploring my body, I could tell he had kissed other guys before. I could feel his hands going right towards my crotch. As much as I would’ve liked for some sexy time, I stopped his hand.

I genuinely like Andrew. Like, I honestly think I’m in love. I know this is probably the alcohol talking, but I really hope by the time I wake up tomorrow, past the hangover and whatnot, I still feel the same way. We haven’t spent much time together, I know. But, just something about him is different. He’s masculine in a way that isn’t “jerk-y”. He understands what it’s like to be a military kid. He’s smart, in a different way than me, and he makes me laugh. I just… I don’t know.

And, yea. That’s the story of how Jacob fell in love the night before St. Patrick’s Day.