Ugh let me tell you the saddest tale you've ever here. So crazily enough I stumbled across this designers twitter account and one day he posted a picture that was like the exact view out the window from my apartment, and I was like "WTF?" and messaged him. Turns out he lived directly below me, and one day I invited him to a party we were having and he was only like a year older than me (me 20 at the time, him 21) and he was literally the perfect guy. I didn't even know if he was gay or what, but he was like a bit bearded, kinda short and stocky but it was hot and I was into it, and that night he was like "let's go watch a movie" (at like 1/2am post-clubbing
).
Anyway we wound up hooking up, and then I scampered back to my apartment upstairs early enough for no one to realize. Anyway fast forward this sorta thing a few weeks, I was basically obsessed with him cause he was perfect. So relaxed, chill, arty and unique and then all hell broke loose one night when we had another party and he met my vastly more attractive (and also in the closet at the time
) friend and that night THEY went off together because I had work in the morning, and in the morning I found out and I had a jealousy RAGE (via text
) and I was literally so depressed about it for weeks - if not months!
Anyway I wound up not being able to be friends with my friends from then onwards, and he never got the problem with it he was all "you guys weren't official and he didn't like you that much" and apart from that being awful and soul destroying, they still go out to these day 2+ years later and are happy as larry and both good looking.
Needless to say, NEVER date a closeted gay cause they'll screw you the **** over.
