All signs point to homo...

I suppose I was always going to find out who I am. But, for reasons unknown, I took the long route. I guess you could say that I was (am) a late bloomer. There were so many signs along the way that practically screamed "YOU ARE GAY, turn here for happiness" that I ignored or pretended not to see.

Here are some of the signs:

1. Around 5 years old: I was going "swimming" in a kiddy pool, and was afraid to take off my shirt because I was nervous what the other guys would think. Seriously, I can remember being a gay five year old - can't believe I remember this.
2. Locker room in high school: don't get me started how hard it was showering with all the guys.
3. When I was just hitting puberty, my best friend would sleep over and turn on the tv late at night. He would try to get me to watch the naked women on certain late night channels, and I would just turn over and go to sleep.
4. Still a teenager: always wishing to see more male nudity than female during late night softcore porn. Life just wasn't fair before the internet.
   
5. Going to the beach every summer and trying to hide the fact that I'm looking at all the attractive men.
6. Here's the kicker: Lack of relationships. I never went on dates with girls and had very few relationships. The last relationship was a result of me trying to convince myself I liked girls - and you all can guess how well that went.

Anyway, there you have it - six signs. Why was I so clueless? I guess you live and learn.