I'd agree, it seems excessive.
About the other questions, who was your first and when did you know.
For me it sort of went hand in hand, and I remember every detail, cause I'm a hopeless romantic like that.
It was the girl from down the street. We were in the same year and had been good friends since were were little when I first moved into the neighborhood when I was ten. We were best friends, and when we were in like 8th grade she came out to me, and I was okay with it, more than okay really, since I had yet to come out.
Right after we started high school we were having movie night at my house, and my parents were in Chicago for work. She fell asleep at like three in the morning, but started to fall asleep on me. I wasn't always a person comfortable with people touching me, it's a part of my asperger's syndrome, but I got used to it at that point with the help of my friends. And her resting on my shoulder was nice. It felt natural when I lifted my arm and wrapped it around her, but I was nervous just after that I'd freaked her out, that I'd crossed that invisible friendship line. Instead she actually moved closer and grabbed my hand. I remember my heart pounding in my chest, but when she sighed and snuggled closer everything just felt natural. We both fell asleep like that, and when she started moving in the morning, I woke at the same time. I had no idea what to say, and apparently she didn't either cause right there she kissed me full on. I kissed back and that was the start.
We were head over heels over each other, completely twitterpated. I was the only person she'd come out to, so it was a secret. It was easy to hide our relationship from our parents. Since were were such good friends before we were always together anyways. It did get in the way of school friends after a while, and I ended up telling my other best friend, who was cool with it and ever classy with his response of "You'd so be the guy in that relationship". She told a few of her friends too. We were in love.
I had no problem keeping it from my parents. We weren't that close. But she was really close to her parents, and felt guilty. I said I'd support her no matter what happened. She was afraid that they'd kick her out, and I said then she could live with me, my parents wouldn't care. We decided that she'd tell them that she was lesbian, but not that she and I were in a relationship. I would be there to support her, as a 'friend'. They were absolutely livid when she told them. They kicked me out, saying they were sorry, that they understood that I wanted to support my friend, but they needed to talk to their daughter alone. I remember standing in the doorway, and seeing her crying in the dining room and I felt so angry at the sight of that. I seriously remember wanting to rip through the screen door and just hug her. They ended up grounding her and explicitly not wanting to talk to her again about it, not even mention it.
After that her parent's relationship started to get ****ed up, I mean it was rocky as it was, but she sort of felt that her coming out was the last straw. Her parents ended up getting a divorce about five months after. She moved away with her mother to another state where she had family. We didn't see each other for years after that when she told her mother she was 'visiting' the schools here for college. It had been two years and I skipped school every day that week and all we did was walk around downtown and go to movies. It was like she'd never left. That was the last time we saw each other for a few more years, she visited again last month. Same thing.
We moved on, I still love her, but distance ruined the relationship. Even today my parents still don't know that we had been together. It's sort of funny.
