There was a real close friend of mine who was the only one knew I was gay. No way could my parents have handled it. He knew another guy who was gay, so he set us up for a date. Kyle was his name, and he was pretty cute. We ended up going steady for a while, but then one day I went over to his house to pay him a surprise visit and found someone's car parked there. He was inside with a kid from a nearby town, making out! I saw them through his bedroom window. He tried to call me and make excuses that night, but I told him never to call - okay, I said something a little more rude than that - and hung up on him. I don't need people like that in my life.