Dear William,
I'm kind of afraid to look over the chat logs from last night, for fear they'll be way more embarrassing than I remember. Was it good for you too? (I know that sounds like a cliché, but I mean it - that was fantastic.) Can we try that again sometime? It definitely makes the distance more bearable ;-)
I hope it wasn't too out of the blue, at least. Greg and I got to talking yesterday and I realized if I was ever going to able to face you in person, I needed to "come out" to at least him. I was expecting a bit of either gloating (like "Oh, I always knew you were shagging your flatmate") or for it to be awkward like he was worried I'd start hitting on him. It was actually neither - he just gave me a (somewhat drunk) hug and said he hoped I'd be happy and to let him know when I was ready to date again because there's a male co-worker of his at the Met (did I mention he was with the police?) who was worth meeting and was incidentally single. Not how I thought it would go, suffice to say. I didn't mention you, but I think he guessed there might have been a practical reason for me blurting out "I'm not actually straight" with no warning whatsoever. To be honest, I kind of had you on the brain all day.
Catch you online again sometime soon?
- John