I have an interesting story for y'all. Three years ago, I went on a school trip with 6 other people to Rome and Ortona (in Italy). It was a 12 day trip I think. I was dating a girl from work then, and I wasn't looking for anything. Also, this was before I began to identify as trans.
Anyway, we got paired with two other schools from about three and a half hours away from mine. We were the only school from the province going on the trip. In the airport in Rome, we met the other groups and waited for the tour guide. I was minding my own business, listening to music on my PSP, just looking around at everything and everyone. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone who was exactly physically my type, but she turned before I got a good look at her.
So we got on the bus, got to the hotel, ate, and did all that stuff. We saw the Colosseum, which was excellent. I kept seeing her, and I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't. She always got away.
I called my girlfriend, talked for a minute, saw some more cool Italian sights. I wasn't really in love with her, and we both knew it. We just tried though.
Anyway, so a few days after we got to Italy we took the bus out toward Ortona. She was sitting in the seat in front of me, listening to her music. It was loud, but I recognized it. She was trying to ignore the guy sitting next to her, who didn't stop talking almost the whole trip. We stopped at a truck stop for tourists for lunch. When we got back on the bus, I stole the guy's seat. I started talking to her, and she didn't ignore me. We talked about everything. She told me she was a lesbian, and we just...clicked. I snuck myself into her pocket to hold her hand, and she didn't move away. We went to the Vatican City, and it was hard to stop being so close to her when our schools split off to have a mass group picture taken (there were something like 35-45 schools there). There was another girl from her area that was on the trip, who we started calling Boots, and who was completely hitting on her. It made me so completely jealous that I couldn't believe it. I knew it was wrong to want her, which I did, but I couldn't stay away.
Anyway, I guess I'll cut my story short. Italy is a very romantic place, and I ended up telling her I loved her on the last day of the trip. I got her number and started texting her the moment my plane touched down. I broke up with my girlfriend on December 1, and on December 3, 2008 she asked me out. Ten days from today marks our 3rd year together, and we couldn't be happier. She accepts me for
me, and there's nothing else I could want in a partner.
I wasn't looking for anything, but I found it. Or it found me.
