Although it is heavily embelished and more on the wishful side, this story is based on a real set of events that happened a couple of years back. I will break the story up in days and post as I manage to write. Keep in mind that English is not my first language, so forgive me for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Sharing a Hotel Room with my Crush
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I've thought long and hard about where to begin this story and, very predictably, I'll start at the very beginning, when the possibility of meeting and falling in love with someone like that still hadn't dawned on me. Without further ado, let's begin. It all started
ONE YEAR BEFORE THE TRIP
Ever since I was a college freshman I dreamt of going on exchange and studying abroad, even if it was just for a week, but my dream seemed impossible. The world was still recovering from the pandemic and international travel still hadn't opened back up. My school had a very enticing program: a semester abroad in the United States, but it hadn't been done in previous years. When I was about to give up hope, they started conducting interviews and exams for one of the six spots available. Initially, I placed seventh but, with a stroke of luck, one of my friends didn't do well on his exams and I got the spot. I was going on an exchange! Preparations were in order.
SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIP
Arriving in a new country is an indescribable feeling, especially after being locked away for the better part of a year and a half, my dreams were finally coming true. My friends and I were going to spend a semester studying in Colorado Springs, CO, where we'd meet other exchangers and we'd been assigned roommates who could speak our native languages. We were the first to arrive and, soon enough, they had us all sitting in a room waiting for the others. Soon enough the others started to arrive and joined us in the room, the French, the Japanese, the Koreans, etc. No one caught my eye at first. But then I saw him. My heart started to beat faster and, for the first time in forever, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was going to introduce myself, but I didn't was to be rude and interrupt the conversation he was having with a girl who looked like his girlfriend. This would have to wait for another day.
ONE YEAR BEFORE THE TRIP
Ever since I was a college freshman I dreamt of going on exchange and studying abroad, even if it was just for a week, but my dream seemed impossible. The world was still recovering from the pandemic and international travel still hadn't opened back up. My school had a very enticing program: a semester abroad in the United States, but it hadn't been done in previous years. When I was about to give up hope, they started conducting interviews and exams for one of the six spots available. Initially, I placed seventh but, with a stroke of luck, one of my friends didn't do well on his exams and I got the spot. I was going on an exchange! Preparations were in order.
SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIP
Arriving in a new country is an indescribable feeling, especially after being locked away for the better part of a year and a half, my dreams were finally coming true. My friends and I were going to spend a semester studying in Colorado Springs, CO, where we'd meet other exchangers and we'd been assigned roommates who could speak our native languages. We were the first to arrive and, soon enough, they had us all sitting in a room waiting for the others. Soon enough the others started to arrive and joined us in the room, the French, the Japanese, the Koreans, etc. No one caught my eye at first. But then I saw him. My heart started to beat faster and, for the first time in forever, I had butterflies in my stomach. I was going to introduce myself, but I didn't was to be rude and interrupt the conversation he was having with a girl who looked like his girlfriend. This would have to wait for another day.
The following morning, they had us sit again in the same room before giving us a tour of the place. This time I worked up the courage and went up to talk to him. Those butterflies sure were flapping when I introduced myself to him, his alleged girlfriend, and his other friends; I finally got to know his name: Pablo (changed for the story). He was just as sweet as I thought he would be and we made some small talk before some of the people in charge of us show up. They ask me to leave the room and give me some disheartening news: my COVID exam had come back positive. Just when I thought everything was going my way... But, no problems. Luckily, we shared one class, meaning I would get to see him at least once every other day for the following months.
FIVE MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIP
Classes started a few days after I got out of quarantine, and it had been a while since I last saw him. Since I was busy during the two previous periods, I couldn't get to our shared class as early as I would've wanted and as much as I would've liked to sit next to him, one of his other friends was quicker. I had to settle for sitting across from him. As time went on, I tried to talk more with him and, in a way, become the friend from overseas he would remember. We never really hung out outside of class, and it was really hard to spot him walking the halls. He traveled a lot with his friends and got to know a huge chunk of the country. They even invited me to come along with them sometimes but, sadly, I rarely had the time to join them. If I remember correctly, we only really did something together once, when we went to a bar together after a reception, but nothing really came out of that.
TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIP
I receive an email from my academic advisor, all the exchangers are getting a free trip, everything included, the only caveat is we were going to have to share rooms with someone else. Initially, I tried to pair up with my Brazilian friends but they already had their duos and I forgot about it. About two weeks later I get another email from him: "Since you and Pablo were the only to who didn't respond to my first email, you'll be sharing a room during our upcoming trip." It seemed like, once more, luck was on my side.
FIVE MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIP
Classes started a few days after I got out of quarantine, and it had been a while since I last saw him. Since I was busy during the two previous periods, I couldn't get to our shared class as early as I would've wanted and as much as I would've liked to sit next to him, one of his other friends was quicker. I had to settle for sitting across from him. As time went on, I tried to talk more with him and, in a way, become the friend from overseas he would remember. We never really hung out outside of class, and it was really hard to spot him walking the halls. He traveled a lot with his friends and got to know a huge chunk of the country. They even invited me to come along with them sometimes but, sadly, I rarely had the time to join them. If I remember correctly, we only really did something together once, when we went to a bar together after a reception, but nothing really came out of that.
TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE TRIP
I receive an email from my academic advisor, all the exchangers are getting a free trip, everything included, the only caveat is we were going to have to share rooms with someone else. Initially, I tried to pair up with my Brazilian friends but they already had their duos and I forgot about it. About two weeks later I get another email from him: "Since you and Pablo were the only to who didn't respond to my first email, you'll be sharing a room during our upcoming trip." It seemed like, once more, luck was on my side.
I was overcome with joy at the prospect of sharing a room with my crush and couldn't wait until the next day to mention it with him. The story gets pretty uneventful around this time, so I thought I might drviate a little bit from it. It's important to mention that, until this moment, I had not told anybody about my sexuality. My first breakthrough happened after a night at the bar with Mark (my roomate), and some of his friends. After we got back to the dorms, I started crying, thinking about having to go back after the end of my exchange, and told him my life story, eventually coming out to him. Given his background, he was surprisingly accepting. It felt good to speak my truth, and I did it a few more times before leaving for D.C. Another memorable one was when I traveled with my exchange buddies to San Francisco. We were in an Uber, and they were talking about their life prospects and ended up asking me if I was ever going to get married to a woman. I, jokingly, said "Rescue me, if I do!" They got the message and were also very supportive, but our conversation was interrupted as we discovered that our Uber driver spoke our language.
ONE MONTH BEFORE THE TRIP
I work up the courage to walk up to my crush's room and invite him for dinner at the dining hall. When I get there, I am met by a familiar face that I saw at the beginning of the semester. At that time, I was taking some PE classes and had to change afterward. Coincidentally, this guy would always be in the same line of lockers as me, always naked. He was about my height, tanned, with curly dark hair. He clearly didn't manscape, but his ripped body wasn't overly hairy, and his pubes did not cover his average cut dick. It was weird seeing him in some clothes. Apparently, he was Pablo's roommate (lucky guy) and, in my head, potential love interest (they had met before Pablo's exchange and traveled together for a bit). I also invited him to dinner, but he couldn't go. I have to admit that I was a little relieved, as I wanted some time alone with my crush. It appears that he wanted that, too. As soon as we were far enough, he told me that if we were given a choice, he might have chosen another roommate, as they were disagreeing too much. I was happy that there was no one in his mind as of that moment, but sad that he wasn't getting to enjoy his exchange to the fullest.
ONE MONTH BEFORE THE TRIP
I work up the courage to walk up to my crush's room and invite him for dinner at the dining hall. When I get there, I am met by a familiar face that I saw at the beginning of the semester. At that time, I was taking some PE classes and had to change afterward. Coincidentally, this guy would always be in the same line of lockers as me, always naked. He was about my height, tanned, with curly dark hair. He clearly didn't manscape, but his ripped body wasn't overly hairy, and his pubes did not cover his average cut dick. It was weird seeing him in some clothes. Apparently, he was Pablo's roommate (lucky guy) and, in my head, potential love interest (they had met before Pablo's exchange and traveled together for a bit). I also invited him to dinner, but he couldn't go. I have to admit that I was a little relieved, as I wanted some time alone with my crush. It appears that he wanted that, too. As soon as we were far enough, he told me that if we were given a choice, he might have chosen another roommate, as they were disagreeing too much. I was happy that there was no one in his mind as of that moment, but sad that he wasn't getting to enjoy his exchange to the fullest.
Even though it doesn't bring the story forward in time, I thought I might share another magical event that happened around the one month mark. For our Thanksgiving break, my Brazilian friends and I decided to travel to Las Vegas (it wasn't our first choice, but it was the one that fit our budget). We got there and started exploring, we visited the Great Canyon, Hoover Dam, and went through all the casinos (I even gambled myself into winning some money along the way). On our last day, we decided to go up the Eifel Tower at the Paris so we could watch the sunset and the Bellagio fountains. Needless to say, the view was amazing, and I took my time to let it all soak in. In a rare moment of quiet, I start to hear a familiar voice coming from around the corner: it was Pablo! My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing, and I just ran over and gave him a hug. He was also in Vegas with his parents, who had come over and wanted to visit the city. We had dinner at a restaurant nearby and partes ways, as we were staying in different hotels.
THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE TRIP
"I don't think you'll be able to go on this trip..." said our exchange coordinator as we stared at him in awe. He had just received our return tickets, and the dates were conflicting: we were supposed to leave the country two days before the end of our D.C. trip. He said that he would try his best to change them, but he couldn't guarantee a thing, and that if we were willing to go anyways, we should be prepared to pah a return tick out of our own pockets. I went back to my room and cried and pondered the fact that everything was starting to go wrong, at the wrong moment.
THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE TRIP
"I don't think you'll be able to go on this trip..." said our exchange coordinator as we stared at him in awe. He had just received our return tickets, and the dates were conflicting: we were supposed to leave the country two days before the end of our D.C. trip. He said that he would try his best to change them, but he couldn't guarantee a thing, and that if we were willing to go anyways, we should be prepared to pah a return tick out of our own pockets. I went back to my room and cried and pondered the fact that everything was starting to go wrong, at the wrong moment.
