File under late night epiphanies:
Skater, when I admitted out loud to her a few months ago that I was bi, said she couldn't think of a lady that I'd told her about quite like some of the celebrity dudes that we have both agreed are very attractive. And I couldn't, either, but that only bothered me a little bit. (but also, undercover bi-crushing is a thing)
But, like, big indicator actually: we named a couch after an actress I had a very very big, actually out-loud confessed, thing for. This couch is so much a part of our shared history that it surprises me neither of us thought of it.
The second year that we were rooming together, I scored this giant blue couch for very little money off a craigslist ad that turned out not to be sketch (I took Skater, Bones, and Skater's boyfriend along just in case, because craigslist).
I was so proud. And this couch was amazing. Like eight feet long, almost a yard deep or something, practically a bed and oddly lightweight and comfy and if you were on it too long you didn't want to get up. I loved that couch. I was obsessed with that couch. [1] Someone decided we should name it [2] after some other obsession I had and everyone suggested some dude names (Heath Ledger) but no, I insisted because I was having a huge crush problem at the time on this actress and I was so incredibly proud/obsessed/all about this couch so it fit.
And I woke up at oh-god-o'clock and thought of this and was like oh, duh. And then was very satisfied and went back to sleep.
[1] But a semi-sad ending for this couch: it moved with me, up until last August when I moved out of the apartment I had shared with the rexbf, and by then it was so broken-down and full of hidden sharp edges that it didn't seem worth moving, so we took a sledgehammer to it. But I still have the seat cushions in my closet, because they're better than an air mattress.
[2] We (eight people in two apartments plus a rotating cast of associates, it was very FRIENDS) named everything. There was the upper apartment mascot, the lower apartment mascot, a skeleton prop, all of the plants. There was a table called Pizza Table. There was another piece of furniture called Blue, and it was not blue, and there were two other pieces of blue furniture in the room -- one was the couch, and one was Steve. There were two pieces of furniture named Steve. It was a catch-all name for all objects after GK admitted to (once?) calling himself Steve in his inner monologue when he was being ridiculous, and that is not any of his names. We called a roll of pink bubble-wrap Steve, and it stayed with us longer than it should have, in pride of place on the coffee table, probably because it had a name. Lots of things were Steve and you could almost always tell from context which one was being referenced.