A few months earlier in March, I decided to start taking meditation, and yoga classes. Lucky for me, I found two classes that were geared towards men... and naturally, it was composed of mostly gay, and bisexual men. I wanted to be in an environment of total masculine energy. I was excited to experience my interest in the company of like-minded men. I’d been building my confidence through yoga, and mediation, and was starting to yearn to experience this with a Daddy-Type guy. I have always. So, coming to the story, it is about my love for my best friend and how I made her fall for me.First time I met Meera was in college when I was in higher secondary. We became friends in no time. We used to enjoy each other’s company and always used to hand out together.Soon we were in 12th and I didn’t even realize how time flew away. I never thought I should be in love with a girl and that too with my best friend who was straight. I always used to kiss her on her cheeks in a friendly manner. "Yeah I'm fine, just tripped. One shirt coming up!" I grabbed a dress shirt and annouced I was at the door, to open and recieve her request. I held the shirt out and turned my body away from the door as to shield my eyes from her. I wanted so badly to see her standing there in just a towel, but the gentleman side of me took over and was left with a thank you from Mary. I resumed my place on the couch and thumbed through a magazine on the coffee table waiting for Mary to return from her. He sat down on the long bench that ran the length of the rear of the quarter deck.“What’s your name, sailor?” the Captain asked the new Helmsman. “I don’t recognize ye, so ye must be one of the hires we picked up in Prince’s Cove.“Aye, ma’am. Name’s Alejandro Mesa,” the young man said excitedly.“Glad to have you, Mister Mesa. It’s rare for a sailor to be anythin’ but a rigger on their first day. I’m guessing ye have some experience on a the helm?”“Aye, Captain. Some. Not on a ship this size.