Well, my name is Brittany. I'm 19 and engaged to an absolutely wonderful and supportive man named Nick (21.)

Since I was about 12 I guess, I've had this attraction to women. I "dated" (I use the term loosely) a friend of mine, who I actually really liked at the time. This was in middle school of course, and I guess for her it was a questioning phase. It lasted a month or so, and we (read: she) decided we'd be better off as friends. So we broke off whatever it was that we had, but remained pretty good friends. I still deeply cared for her, but we kind of drifted apart through high school, as people often do.

I dated quite a few boys here and there. There was Dean, a self-proclaimed redneck and an on again, off again boyfriend of one year who told people we slept together (we did NOT!) Then there was Jarvis, a right-wing racist who loved to give backhanded compliments. No one else was either bad enough nor good enough for me to mention.

In 9th grade, I met a girl on the drum line in band, Anna. She was a very open lesbian who loved to flirt with anything that moved. I found myself absolutely attached to her, jumping at any chance I got to hang out with her. I think this was the first girl I was ever sexually attracted to. I eventually told her I really liked her, and while she was surprised because she thought I was straight, she told me she was flattered and that she'd keep it to herself since I had asked her to. It never went anywhere and I never told anyone but her, but I think somewhere inside there was always that feeling throughout the rest of high school. Well, until she graduated, as she was a couple of years ahead.

Then there was sophomore year when I befriended a girl named Allie. She was in my grade, and we instantly clicked. I found her flirting with me and me flirting back, thinking she was joking around, but me actually finding myself attracted to her. About a month into our new friendship, she seemed really down, and after some quiet talking, she outed herself to me as a lesbian. She thought I would freak out or something, but to her surprise, it didn't phase me at all. I was the first person she came out to, and after finding out it wasn't a big deal, she felt comfortable enough to come out to other people. I found my attraction to her growing, but unfortunately, that never went anywhere, either. Though, in all fairness, I never told her how I felt. I actually ended up introducing her to Anna, the first girl, and they dated for quite some time before ending it.

Through the rest of my high school career, I never really got close to another girl that I really liked, but there were plenty that I would check out. When I got a little more "into" my sexuality, it was always women that I'd, uhm, watch/look at to ease the tension :blushing: Then of course, I met my wonderful fiance who just happens to be a man, so my sexuality was never really a solid thing. I told him that I'm bisexual, and he's just fine with it. His best friend of 16 years is gay, so it didn't bother him at all. However, until now, as I'm typing this, I've never told anyone this whole story, not even him! (Though he'll be reading it right after I'm done.) I've never told my family, parents, sister, brother, no one. It's not that they wouldn't be accepting, it's more that my parents both see bisexuality at my age a "phase." They think there's no such thing, that you either are gay, or straight. I used to think the same way, which is probably what led me to my confusion, but seeing all the people in this group that have known they are bi for years definitely makes me rethink. I guess I just wanted to share my story and get support from people who have gone through this struggle. Thanks for reading, if you made it this far!