I took advantage of the situation big time. He laughed at me and giggled, which made him all the more attractive.Īnd this is where I made the decision I now regret. And so there he was, laying on his back, hairy chest and all. I think I told him to shut up and pushed him down on the bed. “Lukie, you can’t be in love with your best friend.” And then he added, “I know Lukie – I see the way you look at me.” That’s why I was taken back when he slurred out. Yeah, the gays on campus knew who one another were but all of us were fairly closeted because of the environment. I mean I wasn’t really “out” per se to anyone because hey – it was Texas. I never told Dillon I was gay but I sensed he always knew. So there he is, smashed out of his mind and laying there with a pair blue jeans on, shirtless. He managed to partly pull it up above his torso but couldn’t get it all the way off. What could I do? I helped him pull off his boots, take off his jacket and left him there with his jeans and Dallas Cowboys shirt on. But seconds after I did this, he sat back up and said, “Hey, I’m still dressed – WTF.” Once we made it to his place, I guided him to him to his bed and basically laid him down. So drunk that he couldn’t pick the right key to open his door. What was a challenge was helping him stay vertical as we walked up the stairwell. I had been to his room before, so that part was no big deal. “Hey – my roommate is away for the weekend. My plan was to drop him off at his room and head back down to mine. So someone dialed us a cab and we went back to campus. That and him getting making the mistake of drunk-texting his mother and thinking it was his girlfriend.
I figured it was time to go when he started calling me “Lukie”. I do know that by the time 2 am rolled around, both of us were 9-sheets to the wind but Dillon more so than me. Freeze … I don’t recall because it’s a blur. We saw our friends and hit it hard with beer.Īnd as usual at these kinds of parties, there are always drinking games with shots. His other half had been feeling sick and insisted he go anyway with me to have a good time.Īnd so that’s what we did. But this particular evening it was just Dillon and me. We had been to them before, usually with his girlfriend and some buddies in tow. So one random Saturday night, the both of us had attended a kegger party at a frat house. It didn’t matter to me that he had a girlfriend on campus or that he never missed an opportunity to tell me how much he liked shagging her. And the closer we became as friends, the more I fell for him. If you haven’t already figured it out, I was in love with Dillon. You know, crap like studying for hours in the library, working out at the campus gym and palling around with our group of friends. What can I say – we got sort of close and spent a lot of time together. It was bro talk – trust me – there wasn’t a vibe going on where he was attracted to me. I bring this up because Dillon used to make remarks about how impressed he was with my physique and how he wished he could more ripped.
While I wasn’t built like him, I held my own in Field and Track and was (and still am) an avid weightlifter. “How are you doing today Luke?” he used to say with a deep southern drawl.Īnd just for the record – I wasn’t some scrawny, ugly thing. When I close my eyes, I can still remember his dirty blond hair, deep blue eyes his devilish laugh. There’s really no way for me to describe Dillon except to say he looked a lot like Florian Munteanu, minus the tattoos. In fact, his tuition was being paid for on a sports scholarship. Essentially, he was a jock of all trades. I also learned that he used to be his high school’s quarterback and was basically active in a ton of other sports. Curiosity and Weird VibesĪs time went on and we got to know one another, I found out that we grew up fairly close to one another and raised with similar “family values.” We lived in the same building on campus too – with his dorm being 3 floors up from mine. We were enrolled in several of the same classes because like me, he too was going for his bachelor’s in business administration. Related: I’ve been sleeping with my roommate during lockdown One of the straight ones was Dillon, a scruffy faced, athlete from West Texas. I had plenty of friends at the time some happened to be gay and others, straight.
In my case, I was fairly focused on earning good grades because my ultimate goal was to graduate with a high GPA so that I could get a spot at Wharton Business School. I lived on campus at the dorms and did things most students do – study, sleep and occasionally party. At the time, I was in my early 20’s and attending college in Texas for a general business degree.