I had a very tough day while I was working as a counselor at a sleepaway camp. It was color war, so it was completely normal that my long-time friend happened to be dressed in a makeshift tiger costume. Seeing that I was crying, he came over, gave me a hug and used his tail to dry my eyes.


Postscript: We’re best friends. We live in different parts of the country now, but I’m still pretty much in love with him. I regard him as a long-term project.

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“Foreign persuasions”


My boyfriend from home and I were “on a break.” I was playing a drinking game in a field in Paris with other international students, flirting with a German boy. We found a club, and I ended up dancing with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about my boyfriend. It was an incredible longing to be with him, to feel his body against mine. No cute foreign boy was worth losing him.


Postscript: I got mugged on the way home from the club. It was probably God’s way of warning me not to touch other people. That same night, my boyfriend and I ended our break and agreed to be exclusive. We’ve now been dating for more than a year, and I still can’t stop thinking about him.

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“The great Cubs debate”


We could have a three-hour discussion about the Cubs, argue about the starting lineup, claim that the other person was an idiot in regards to their stance on the Bartman issue, then cook dinner together and watch a romantic comedy. All in one day.


Postscript: We dated for three years, and, after it all, he’s still my best friend.

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I had a terrible sore throat and felt pretty miserable. We took a walk on the beach, and he held me in his arms as we stared out at the water—my sore throat went away and I melted into his embrace. I felt invincible.


Postscript: That was about three months after we started dating. We’ve now been together for two-and-a-half years, and I’m more in love with him than ever.

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“Out of the closet”


He finally came out to his parents about being gay after two years of dating.

— Danny

Postscript: Problem was he wouldn’t come out to his friends…we broke up after three years.

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“The fight”

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It had been a long 3 hours and the fight seemed as though it were going to never end. I was convinced this relationship was ending and that he was just going to break up with me. As he grew angrier, he told me that he was going to leave. Before he stormed, out he came up to me, kissed me hard and told me he loved me. Even at my worst, he never gave up on me.


Postscript: We are now over a year into our relationship, and I am falling harder and harder with each passing moment.

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“Go Fast”

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He was a regular at he coffee shop I managed. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle. So, on that warm summer evening, out on a back road in the county, he took me for a ride. We stopped on the side of the road for a break and just talked for over an hour. On the way back, we tucked in and went fast. Around 170 mph. It was the most euphoric and free feeling in the world. I wasn’t scared a bit. I knew then and there that if I could trust him to take me 170 mph on his motorcycle, I could trust him with anything.


Postscript: We went on several more dates after that. A week later he told me he loved me and I said it back. We have been together for the past year and seven months and are getting married May 22, 2010. We still go fast on the bike, whenever he takes me for rides. One day, I’ll get my own.

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