I'm coming out, I want the world to know...

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...

I know how you feel, no secrets to reveal...

So The Waitress and I had a fabulous first date, until I took her to a party with me after the lovely dinner, walk in the park combination.

She came along with me to a friend's party. Everyone was extremely intoxicated, and my own drunkenness hit me pretty quickly. I panicked and worried because first impressions count. Surprisingly enough, despite my sloppiness she asked me out again for yesterday evening.

I was a little shocked, because I would have written someone off if they were that drunk in front of me on a first date. Granted, I would be considered a huge hypocrite, but still.

The question is: How forgiving should one be of another's behavior on the first date?

Another instance, same night: I drunk texted a gal, The Musician, I have a date with on Wednesday to say happy birthday- four times. Each time I said "Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday" or "Did I say happy birthday yet?" "Happy Birthday!" I apologized in the morning, and she laughed and said it was ok. I was slightly taken aback by The Musician's forgiveness. Have we really come so far that we give people second chances before ever meeting them?

Until the drama continues...