This isn’t a pity post.
I met up with a friend last Saturday for this musical venue in Calgary.
We’ve been texting back and forth for about two weeks.
As a neurotic gay guy, receiving a text from a guy you like automatically means they like you to in that way.
But like my relationship with my dad, it was non-existent.
After the show, we went out and got some Thai Thai subs.
We were talking and making jokes, but somewhere in the middle of “slut-phase” and “I want to set you up with a friend”, I had
a inkilng he was going to say no.
When we’re finally about to part ways, I asked him out. Using my shrink as an excuse to ask me out.
He said no and it didn’t kill me. The anxiety of not knowing was way worst than the rejection. Don’t get me wrong
it sucks that he said no, but it’s a lot less worse than I thought.