I wanted to have a party. So I decided since I celebrate Chanukah (a confusing family tradition), that I would invite my church friends, lesbian friends, and Non-Lesbian, A. I wanted to introduce my friends to a neat aspect of Jewish culture and also I wanted to drink.
As the night wore on, my friends all drank more and pretty soon A was doing some interesting things…like hitting on me. Every five minutes she would tell the room “how sexy I was” and every fifteen she’d say how sexy the rest of my friends were (all women). She hit on me so hard that she made two of my church friends awkward. Not because she was a woman hitting on a woman, but because she was a “straight” woman hitting so hard on another “straight” woman.
Despite all the alcohol in my system, I was very tame. I’m not actually all that different when I drink, a bit more talkative and courageous. Having said that, at some point that night, for some reason, I decided I was hot and took off my t-shirt, stripping to my A-shirt. (I also danced for everyone, so I must have been intoxicated. I love to dance, but not generally in front of other people.) Looking back I think I did it because I was enjoying all the attention A was giving me. It’s been awhile since someone has viewed me as a sexual being (if you don’t count the very drunk men at the bus stop).
Everyone at the party was getting frustrated with A and her not-so-subtle advances. They kept on pointing out she could actually date women if she so choose. I too accosted her (politely). I asked if she liked women so much well then she should just become a lesbian. All she responded with was “I wish”. “I wish”? This is the 21st century; it doesn’t have to be a wish! It can be an action! (But that would make it a verb…hmmm…lesbianing? Lesbainizing? Lesbonicycling?)
Unfortunately it was around this time that I felt I was tired and wanted to go to bed. I left to go crash in my room. Thankfully everyone was nicely intoxicated that they didn’t mind one of the hosts (my roommate being the other) leaving her own party. (I found out later that actually I left because I was wearing a sailor’s hat slightly askew and getting slightly pissed that everyone was calling me “cute”. “Cute” huh? What an insult!)
I’ve only seen A once since the party. She invited me out to “dinner and a movie”, but I had other plans so I invited her out to drinks with me and our mutual gay friends. There’s not much to note of that night except that she got me a Christmas gift, a book in which she wrote a nice (platonic) note. No one else got a gift.
Non-Lesbian, A. might be lesbi-curious, but I’m not going to be her experiment. All the attention makes me uncomfortable anyway. I’ll be her friend and support her, but I don’t want my first forays into that big gay world be with a straight girl, even if she is “straight”.
QBP: "Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it's compounding a felony." -Robert Benchley
Who wouldn't hit on someone with this sexy mug?