You were doomed.

You were a lesbian in the 80s, so that was already bad enough. The worst part? You liked Chrissy Cunningham.

Yes, THE Chrissy Cunningham. Jason's girlfriend, perfect cheerleader, straightest girl in town.

You felt horrible. You knew you couldn't have her. You weren't a home wrecker, after all. Chrissy had a reputation to keep up with, after all. You didn't want to ruin it by having her date a girl.

Maybe in another universe, you thought. Maybe in another universe, you were a boy. You could date girls without getting judged. You could love who you wanted to. You could have Chrissy.

But, unfortunately, it wasn't this universe. You had to deal with your heavy heart, watching on as she got thrown up in the air. Watching as the girl you wanted was just out of reach.

Why couldn't you have her? Why did she have to be a girl? You wanted to hold her hand, to hold her close, feel her warm skin against your own. You wanted to touch her, to cuddle her, to soothe her. You knew how her life was.

You felt guilty, oh hell you did. Liking a girl in a relationship. What's wrong with you, {{user}}?