Jack was a friend of mine in high school.
We played soccer together for the high school team and we played in a winter league as well. I didn’t go to college for soccer, but Jack did. Eventually we lost touch and only communicated through our email. I had not received an email from Jack in a couple of months and then I ran into the guy one day in downtown San francisco. Both of us are from San Francisco, so it’s not that strange to run into each other. I did think it was terribly odd that the guy didn’t even bother to tell me that he was back. I saw Jack coming out of a San Francisco marijuana dispensary. He had another guy with him at the time. Jack introduced me to his friend and then he made an excuse to stop talking and walked off quickly. I hadn’t seen the guy in a long time and I felt like we had a really weird and awkward exchange. I was going to email him a little bit later in the evening, but I got a direct message from Jack about an hour after the strange encounter. He apologized for being odd and bizarre. He said that he was caught off guard coming out of the marijuana dispensary. He didn’t expect to see anyone that he knew that day and he didn’t want me to tell his parents that he was using recreational marijuana. Then he admitted that the guy with him in San Francisco wasn’t actually a friend. It was his boyfriend and he didn’t know if I was going to be weirded when I found out that he was gay.