For context: Mark and I are both straight presenting, married men with children and no desire to change our situations.
We worked together for 15 years and became pretty good friends. We’d get lunch, go for beers on work trips, wives know each other, the whole deal. He decided to leave our company for a better opportunity, more money, the whole deal.
I told him we needed to go to lunch one last time on his last day. Plan was made. We decided I’d drive so he could have a beer or two. He wanted to stop by his house to get something before lunch. No issue. Let’s stop.
We go in and he disappears upstairs and says he will be right back. A few minutes later he texts me to come up because he needs help looking for something. Weird, but OK. So I start helping him search in his closet. We end up closer. Arms touch some. Legs touch. I look over at him and he smiles. Then I hear “I don’t know how to tell you this but it’s my last day and we might not see each other again, so what the Hell. I’m in love with you and have been for a while.”