My Shit Life 2. By Myles C. Storey
I have a friend at Proud, who is not to be named so we shall call him Proud2 AGM.
Proud2 AGM, since I began at Proud, has had some issues with dealing with his feelings for me. And, for want of a more savory phrase, he is desperate to bed me, whether it be out of curiosity (Proud2 AGM has been straight for in excess of 25 years), perversion, lust or… my worst fear… love.
I am, it pains me to admit, exceptionally fond of Proud2 AGM despite other people’s reservations about his demeanor, attitude and excessive use of what I presume to be Burberry Brit. But I think he needs our support in finding his way out of that deep, deep closet of his.
I wont post some of our more initmate messages, but I will show you the email that Nick sent himself after logging into my account…
Sent: 11 November 2011 04:55
Subject: RE: please don’t show anyone
Please don’t show anyone this but I really want you to be here, I may be a little bit tipsy so don’t hold it against me! I don’t have your number so this is the only way I can contact you, I feel a bit stupid to be honest! It would be super if we could go for a drink at some point next week?
Hope to hear from you and looking forward to sitting next to you next meeting!
Logging in to my account, probably from his flat, my facebook open on one screen, my email on another, switching hands between the keyboards and his NEXT underpants. If you don’t believe me, I can assure you that a little bit tipsy would make my grammar a little less than perfect and, at the time, I did actually have his phone number, he just didn’t know it. I would also never use the word ‘super’ and NEVER call myself stupid.
Now Nick…This is your moment as Martine McCutchen once said. Your time to be accepted for who you are. Tell the world. You don’t need to be afraid anymore. We love you. And you have my phone number ;)