Jack
The date with Hank had been a disaster. There was no other way to put it. And as I sat in the quiet of my living room, I relived the awkward conversations and the forced pleasantries. It felt as if I had just hit a wall. No, not just a wall, an emotional brick wall that had left me feeling bruised and broken. I knew that Hank hadn't meant to hurt me. He was just being honest. But when he had said:
I am just not attracted to you. You are not my type. When I look at you, all I see is Jack. My friend. My buddy. Nothing more.
It had hurt so badly. Something inside of me had shifted, and I saw it in his eyes. The truth he was trying so hard to express. It was undeniable. Hank didn’t want me, and it wasn’t just that he didn’t want me, it was the fact that he was trying. Trying and strug
