In high school, I met this wonderful, gorgeous, theater-smart guy. I promptly fell head over heels for him. I thought he was absolutely perfect—he was in drama club, he was in the musical, he could sing, and he was extremely attractive. It was too good to be true.

Unfortunately, I was right in thinking so. During rehearsal one night, one of my friends was kind enough to enlighten me upon the fact that this perfect person was, in fact, gay. I was utterly disappointed and my heart was broken. I vowed that I would get over him the next day and it would never happen again. (Of course, neither of these things happened. I continued to like this guy more than anyone should. And since then, I’ve fallen for two other gay men.)

I guess that’s what you get for being involved in musical theater.