Same experience here, Ebbie.

In 1959, a friend and I—my singing partner at the time—went to try our luck in San Francisco. We lived together in a small apartment, sleeping in the same room, but one on a broken down mattress and the other on the couch.

Nary once did it occur to either of us to be intimate. With each other.

Before we left Seattle for the Bay Area, he had met a young woman he was pining for, and shortly after our return to Seattle after two months of barnstorming, he married her.

I was moping over a girl I had met in Seattle when she was home from Bryn Mawr (a Philosophy Major and aspiring writer), who had returned to school at the end of the summer, then broke my heart when she decided to move to Europe. I never saw her again. (Lord!! I haven't thought of her for ages!).

My friend and I loved each other—like brothers. Still do after all these years. But the idea of physical intimacy between us is a little creepy!!

No, sexual orientation is NOT a matter merely of proximity. It has something to do with inborn inclinations—and is not a matter of "choice!"

Don Firth