“Jack became my boyfriend. My first boyfriend. He was sweet and generous and romantic… But here’s my dirty little secret: It was harder to be with him, in some ways, than it had been to be with Patrick. Being with someone who genuinely likes you poses certain challenges for someone uncomfortable with intimacy. I kept expecting him to see me for what I was and to come to his senses. I kept expecting my own insecurities to rise up and ruin everything. I was quick to self-deprecate and to urge him to do things without me, but he persisted and, slowly, I grew comfortable with him.
Comfortable was foreign, but good.”
— Patricia Weitz, College Girl
