People often ask how Manda and I met. Well. It was over 4 years ago. And since I never exaggerate, my memory will be spot on. Accurate as can be. No ad-libbing here.
Many lifetimes ago, Manda lived in Alabama and I dated men. Strange I know. I'm practically the poster child for lesbian stereotypes. I'll give you a moment to recover from your shock.
a moment.
I met Manda for the first time twice. Once on the phone. Once in person. We both belonged to the same online community. Yes. Online. If you think that is bad, get this. It was a Lifetime TV message board. Horrible I know. Apparently, I was lacking some "wife beating, I have a stalker, ride off into the sunset" drama in my life. I now take a vitamin for this previous deficiency.
The first time I heard her voice on the phone, my stomach did a flip. Hook. Line. Sinker. She sounded cute. Really cute. My first words to her were smooth. Really smooth. "*giggle* you have an accent". Its a wonder she didn't hang up on me. She started something though. Cute girls with southern accents continue to be a weakness. *sigh*
A group from our online community decided to meet in person... Is this a good time to mention they were all lesbians? They liked women. They slept with women. They were gay. I, however, was one of those "straight" people everyone knew was gay. Everyone except me. I mean I knew, but didn't know. Confused? Good. I was too.
Our first face-to-face moments were not nearly as earth shattering as our first phone conversation. I simply watched her get out of her car. Dramatic? I think not. My thoughts were purely observational. She's short. She's cute. The other women may have gasped. Or drooled. Not me.
We hit it off as friends. We talked almost everyday. I personally think she had the hots for me from the start. Looking at me all "sappy eyed". Secretly undressing me with her eyes. And to make things more interesting, I was a flirt. I loved watching her squirm. And boy did she squirm. While we shared a bed one night, I may or may not have rolled on top of her. More than once. Squirm. I may or may not have asked her if she thought I'd be a good kisser. Squirm. Squirm.
Flash forward 5 months or so. I am out. I am proud. I pick Manda up from the airport. She flew in from Birmingham for our first official date. She could only stay for six hours. We made the best out of our time. *smile* I like to think of this trip as the first time we really met.
I wonder how different her version of the story will be?
Peace Out.
Many lifetimes ago, Manda lived in Alabama and I dated men. Strange I know. I'm practically the poster child for lesbian stereotypes. I'll give you a moment to recover from your shock.
a moment.
I met Manda for the first time twice. Once on the phone. Once in person. We both belonged to the same online community. Yes. Online. If you think that is bad, get this. It was a Lifetime TV message board. Horrible I know. Apparently, I was lacking some "wife beating, I have a stalker, ride off into the sunset" drama in my life. I now take a vitamin for this previous deficiency.
The first time I heard her voice on the phone, my stomach did a flip. Hook. Line. Sinker. She sounded cute. Really cute. My first words to her were smooth. Really smooth. "*giggle* you have an accent". Its a wonder she didn't hang up on me. She started something though. Cute girls with southern accents continue to be a weakness. *sigh*
A group from our online community decided to meet in person... Is this a good time to mention they were all lesbians? They liked women. They slept with women. They were gay. I, however, was one of those "straight" people everyone knew was gay. Everyone except me. I mean I knew, but didn't know. Confused? Good. I was too.
Our first face-to-face moments were not nearly as earth shattering as our first phone conversation. I simply watched her get out of her car. Dramatic? I think not. My thoughts were purely observational. She's short. She's cute. The other women may have gasped. Or drooled. Not me.
We hit it off as friends. We talked almost everyday. I personally think she had the hots for me from the start. Looking at me all "sappy eyed". Secretly undressing me with her eyes. And to make things more interesting, I was a flirt. I loved watching her squirm. And boy did she squirm. While we shared a bed one night, I may or may not have rolled on top of her. More than once. Squirm. I may or may not have asked her if she thought I'd be a good kisser. Squirm. Squirm.
Flash forward 5 months or so. I am out. I am proud. I pick Manda up from the airport. She flew in from Birmingham for our first official date. She could only stay for six hours. We made the best out of our time. *smile* I like to think of this trip as the first time we really met.
I wonder how different her version of the story will be?
Peace Out.