Anonymous
7/20/2025, 10:31:18 PM No.33392368
So I (27M) am an unassuming, closeted fag, and don't care about coming out because no man's ever been interested in me that way and I don't think I'm worth dating. My excuse is that I don't have time for love.
What I do when I've got a crush (Which is really often) is help with anything they want or need so I'll get them away from me.
So far I've:
Helped four guys get a gf. (I'm a really good wingman.)
Completely restored a guy's inherited broken Harley.
Packed drove and unpacked a guy's move halfway across the country while he was on vacation.
Taken up hiking because a guy didn't wanna do it alone.
Bought them expensive shit related to their hobbies or interests, everything from anime figures to weird antiques.
(And much more.)
Right when I think I've helped enough so they'll do well on their own I act as if I'm always super busy and can't possibly make time to see them.
Anyway, so eight months ago, the one I loved most (bike dude) called to invite me to his wedding as the best man, I declined because of my schedule but said I'd go as a guest. (Couldn't say no because the bride is my friend). He was really bummed out but agreed.
Their wedding was last month, and I couldn't bear to see them kiss at the altar, so I was silently crying (and fake smiling) throughout the whole ceremony. Pretended to have an emergency to attend to and left as fast as possible, sent an apology text to both of them omw home.
Ever since I just can't stop wondering if this fairy godmother shit I'm doing for them is harming my mental health. I've been buying plates from goodwill and breakin them when I feel sad or angry but that doesn't fill the void and I'll work/game the pain away as best I can.
What I do when I've got a crush (Which is really often) is help with anything they want or need so I'll get them away from me.
So far I've:
Helped four guys get a gf. (I'm a really good wingman.)
Completely restored a guy's inherited broken Harley.
Packed drove and unpacked a guy's move halfway across the country while he was on vacation.
Taken up hiking because a guy didn't wanna do it alone.
Bought them expensive shit related to their hobbies or interests, everything from anime figures to weird antiques.
(And much more.)
Right when I think I've helped enough so they'll do well on their own I act as if I'm always super busy and can't possibly make time to see them.
Anyway, so eight months ago, the one I loved most (bike dude) called to invite me to his wedding as the best man, I declined because of my schedule but said I'd go as a guest. (Couldn't say no because the bride is my friend). He was really bummed out but agreed.
Their wedding was last month, and I couldn't bear to see them kiss at the altar, so I was silently crying (and fake smiling) throughout the whole ceremony. Pretended to have an emergency to attend to and left as fast as possible, sent an apology text to both of them omw home.
Ever since I just can't stop wondering if this fairy godmother shit I'm doing for them is harming my mental health. I've been buying plates from goodwill and breakin them when I feel sad or angry but that doesn't fill the void and I'll work/game the pain away as best I can.
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