I went on a "date" with a lesbian once. S has since become one of the sweetest people I know. She is down-to-earth, street-wise, executive-driven and damn beautiful. There is something about that night, and her encouragement ever since that has helped ease me back into writing mode. So here's thanks to my "would-be-there-if-you-ever-decided-to-convert-to-the-"better"-side" girlfriend and the night of our first "date". But first, let me explain how we got to that beautiful first date at X and O's by telling you how we met:
I met S with the help of D and L. Okay, so they didn't phyiscally introduce us but it was L who said she had extra tickets to go see the Pussycat Dolls and Black Eyed Peas in concert at Merriweather awhile back. I jumped at the chance because hey, it's the Pussycat Dolls and I will have to say that even before S (as she likes to point out) I used to confess to having a small crush on the hotness factor of those girls dancing and singing in ultra sexy outfits (I particularly had my stake out on the black girl...more on why that is at a later date. :-))
It was in the middle of the summer and it was rainy. And of course, being at the Pavilion, and not being allowed to take an umbrella, D, L & I were on our way to getting completely drenched. We quickly found our seats under the pavilion (which were terribly awesome L, thanks!! I could see everything, even with being so short and the guy in front of me being so tall) and sat down to enjoy the show.
Everything was fine until intermission rolled around. I remember turning to D, and then looking over at the side of the pavilion where we were and watching the rain come pouring down across the sides in streams, I turned back to him and said "Omgosh, I can't believe I have to piss at this exact moment."
I ran. Thinking that would help. Haha...who was I kidding? And the funniest of all? Well my white and brown boardshorts, and my brown and pink tank tops, with my white windbreaker over it all...what an awesome outfit. Cute -- had it not been pouring buckets down. Regardless, here I am, standing in this line for the bathroom that must have been five miles long and behind me step these two girls with a Pucca umbrella. They are clearly some sort of Asian, and they are laughing, giggling, and trying to huddle closer to each other. All of a sudden, this woosh of rain comes at me and I shiver and sneeze out loud. The one girl puts her hand on my shoulder and this is how it proceeds:
Girl A: "Awww, honey, are you cold? What's wrong?"
Me: "Nothing...I just don't have an umbrella and I didn't expect it to be raining like this."
Girl A: "Well, you could huddle under ours if you'd like...couldn't she S?"
Girl B(stepping out from the umbrella): "Yea, go for it. I love the rain anyway."
Girl A: "Yeah, she loves the rain. But you look as soaked and wet as I am."
Girl B(coming to Girl A and grabbing one of her ass cheeks): "But I like it when you're soaken wet!"
Oh-my-God. At this point, my best emotion is fear. I felt like I had stepped onto the set of a really bad porno. Besides, both girls were wearing shirts that said "I will not love you long time" in...WHITE.
After finally going through the bathroom line and relieving myself, I walked out of my stall only to have Girl B (now referred to as S) come towards me and grab my phone from my hand.
"Let me give you my phone number so you can call me. And I will go buy you a drink now."
Before I could even muster any words, she grabbed me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom stalls, only to meet a group of about 15 women, all Asian, all wearing the same damn shirt. And all of them staring at me like I was fresh meat.
But S stayed calm and cool. She said later she was pretty drunk, but I couldn't tell. There was something intriguing about her and very trusting, otherwise I wouldn't have let her take my hand like that. When we got up to the concession stand and she went to buy me my beer, the flourescent lights hit her face and she striked me as extremely and naturally beautiful. Once she handed me my beer, she tilted her head to the side, her fingers gripping the edge of the cowboy hat she was wearing, enough for me to glimpse that red bandana underneath, and gave me the slyest, and yet most genuine grin I've ever gotten.
S: "How old are you sweetheart?"
S: "You are damn hot for a 20-year old."
Me: "uhhh, thanks..." (drinking beer heavily)
S: " Your name's Emily, right?"
S (leaning towards me slightly): "I would love to break me off a piece of Emily..."
Ahhh, S...good times, good times. Made for a fun time to explain when I ran back to catch up with D & L and fell in the mud. I think the only thing I could text him when he asked me if I was okay was "Got held back by lesbians...will explain later" and he just responded with ":-)".