Still a work in progress but here is the basic plot. In September I went to a party with a bunch of friends. As drinking is legal where I live, drinking occurs. A lot. During a drunken conversation the subject of homosexuality comes up. I casually mention that I am gay. To which I not only have shock and amazement, but several invitations... As this is the first time I have told anyone, I prosceed to stop the party and have a skål to coming out. That is a loud cheers. The entire party joins. The next day I am incredibly hungover and can only remember a gay male friend winking at me. Monday rolls around I am at school. A close friend comes up to me and as she attended the same party. She asks me what I remember and I say almost nothing. Her: Really? Me: Ja, why? Her: Don't remember saying anything? Me: No... Her: Really loud to the whole room? Me: I got nothing. Her: Nothing about your sexuality? Me: ... Her: [name], you said you were gay. Me: ... Her: Is it true? Me: ... Her: You told everyone. Me: ... Her: Well? Me: ...Ja... :bang: ...it's true. Her: CONGRATULATIONS! Anyway that's the basic plot.
Sometimes alcohol will do that to us. Well, congratulations. Now you can start being completely you. Were any of the invitations of interest?
One was...and it was kind of followed but not. He became my boyfriend and we took things slow. He dumped me though. His key reason was that I was "too fat" for his taste and he had met someone else.
pff, "too fat" what a reason. Thats just mean, IMO lol But that must've been one night, I guess. Good job!
