Or maybe not.
This weekend was Brooklyn Pride. Went out with friends and the whole evening started innocently enough. I was excited because I was to be hanging out with a good friend, Gay Goddess, who incidentally is the reason I know I am gay. Nothing has ever happened with her, but after the large amounts of alcohol ingested by me, SuperGay, Ginger, and PopStar, I was fearless...
and blacked out.
I awoke the next morning to find my phone littered with messages mysteriously sent by me. Most too incoherent to understand, but about fifteen texts were sent to Gay Goddess. All said "Come to my house" or some variation of "You're beautiful. I love you." Most of the texts were spelled very creatively and several had extra punctuation or no punctuation or spaces at all.
Granted, this is not the first time I have drunkenly professed my love for someone, yet for some reason, my secret crush I have been harboring for four years is all of the sudden known. It takes away the mystery and allure of Gay Goddess...all of the sudden, she knows.
I guess my question is this: We all do stupid things when drunk, but should we ever regret them? As long as they don't hurt anyone, is there really a reason to stress out about it?
Just breathe...remember to breathe. Gay Goddess apparently found the texts incoherently flattering...
Until the drama continues...
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