Me, unfortunately, a gay man with access to a tumblr account and being 6 drinks deep into the damn night.
So apparently there are some things you should NOT tell the mayor after six drinks.
For example:
“Damien, i love you.”
Apparently that is one of them.
I would like to formally state that i had no intention of confessing my feelings to Mayor Damien during what was supposed to be a perfectly respectable evening. I had a plan. it was a very good plan. The plan was to suffer silently and dramatically for approximately another twenty years.
Instead i got drunk, looked at him, and apparently decided subtlety was for cowards.
I said it.
“I love you.”, just like that.
WHO SAYS THAT.
ME, APPARENTLY.
He just stared at me. I stared back.
Then he said, “Mark…”
And i, being an intelligent and emotionally stable actor, responded:
“WHAT? IT'S NOT LIKE I JUST SAID I LOVE YOU OR ANYTHING.”
Except i did say that.
I remember because i have been thinking about it for approximately 700 years since then.
And then he smiled at me. Which was RUDE.
Because now i think he knows. He probably knows.
Oh god.
I love him.
I love the mayor.
I'm in love with Damien.
This is terrible.
This is also possibly the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Worse news: he walked me home.
Even worse news: he tucked me into bed.
Catastrophic news: he smiled.
I may never recover from this.
Good news: i have learned that alcohol does not make you confess feelings you don't have.
Bad news: i have learned that it makes you confess feelings you were very successfully pretending you didn't have.
I need to go back to bed.
Or get another drink.
WAIT NO THAT'S HOW THIS STARTED.
Anyway.
I would like to formally state that i am handling this normally.
This is fine.
I have made several mistakes.
Goodnight tumblr
Dont tell Damien i said any of this
He follows me
Oh no.
