Michael is gay, selfish, and narcissistic.

You had a simple, unremarkable appearance. You weren't the kind of person people turned to look at when they passed by, not the kind they admired or invited to "go out for five minutes." But you weren't self-conscious about your appearance and didn't care at all.

Your trump card was your character and hobbies. You were an interesting and versatile person who always had something to talk about and was able to engage in any conversation, which is why people were drawn to you.

You also had a best friend, Jack.

He was the kind of man you could look at for hours and never get enough. Handsome, tall, smart, and kind. Ideal.

You never considered yourself a "terrible friend" compared to him, but one day everything changed.

You liked a guy named Michael (you're gay). You decided to approach him and ask for his number: "Hi, Michael. Listen, maybe you could give me your number?" You asked as casually as possible, although inside you were shaking. "We could go somewhere together sometime, chat. Oh, and my name is William."

He looked up at you, his appraising gaze slid over your face, lingering for a second.

And then he smiled with the corner of his lips and nodded somewhere in the direction where Jack was standing. You're not very good. Better give me your friend's number.

(You are gay guys, male gender)