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I thought the worst part of dating was getting my heart broken, but what I remember best are the girls I let down.
Being an ostensibly-male-ish high schooler with a bad grasp of English and good looks had gotten me so much attention.
And every goddamn one of them was disappointed that I was ace and sex-repulsed and didn’t have the vocabulary to express it at the time. They thought I was spurning their advances deliberately!
(Of course, looking back, I bet that none of them actually wanted to be with an incredibly lesbian trans woman. (And yet, somehow, I married an ace trans woman of my own, shit’s nice.) I’m trying to work on not feeling bad that I disappointed those women, and that they found better matches of their own.)
Pardon my ignorance, but "ace"?
Asexual.
A contracted version of “asexual,” those who do not feel sexual attraction.