Closets and Cheerios

Okay, so I've just found out that Cheerio likes me. He had the DJ announce it over the speakers at Martina's birthday party, which kind of stunned and embarrassed me. I don't know how I feel, really, other than surprised. Perhaps indifferent? Anyway, it doesn't matter because I only have three weeks left here, and we couldn't really do very much with such limited time. Maybe we'll go out, I don't know. I'm kind of freaked out by the whole thing, though. Thus, most likely, a decision will be made inadvertently through my own inaction.
All of our friends are totally shipping us, which is a tad ridiculous. Especially considering that I just announced to a fourth of the Avellino population che i ragazzi non mi interessano. Which was a big step for me, admitting that I prefer girls to a large group of prejudiced, ignorant Italians. It took me NINE MONTHS to work up the courage. And how do my friends react? By confessing hetero love and trying to set me up, as though my feelings are irrelevant. HP*# ^NT&TS.

I don't really know what to do.