I was at Webster Hall, like many times before. In those days, I always dressed to show off the work I had put into my physique. I wore fitted shirts or muscle shirts that highlighted my build. By this point in the night, I had actually taken my shirt off entirely.

I was on the second floor, heading towards the stairs, when two very attractive women approached me. I had been drinking quite a bit that night, and they could tell. One of them began to kiss my neck while the other started making out with me. Some of my friends were nearby and watched the whole thing unfold. These women were genuinely stunning.

Even when I have had a few drinks, I tend to keep my head on straight. The women suggested we go somewhere private, mentioning they had a room. Right then, something did not sit well with me. My instincts kicked in, and I thought about my family, my life, and the bigger picture. The situation felt like it could be a setup, either a robbery or something worse. Some situations are simply too good to be true, and this felt like one of them. I politely declined and, looking for a graceful exit, told them I was gay. I pointed toward my friends who had been watching us the whole time. The women seemed surprised. One of them noted that I had not come across that way a moment ago, then laughed and said the attractive ones are often gay. I told them I liked to keep an open mind. They went on their way after that.

My friends were not exactly thrilled with my decision. They made it clear they thought I had passed up something remarkable and questioned my judgment pretty directly. Of course I recognized the moment for what it was. My response was simple though. I told them I was rather attached to my kidneys and preferred to stay safe. That seemed to settle things.

If something feels too good to be true, it very likely is. I will admit I occasionally wonder how things might have played out differently. But some choices are worth making, even when they are not the most exciting ones.