I have been accused of collecting cute str8 girls… And maybe like most stereotypes, there is at least a modicum of truth in the statement. I stop at agreeing with my intern who said that I replaced my cycling partner with a prettier model; therefore, it was true replacement. I’m thinking that most of it was just bad timing that she left her job mid-year and that I really like the woman who I wound up serving on a team with during the year. The latter–with whom I do hang out a lot with–is smokin’ hot. Oh well. I like pretty girls.
I had my intern, her best friend from the southeast, and my workout partner over for dinner the night before my crazy, obstacle five-mile. And what happens, that often does, is that girls get curious. Not too curious, but at least the beginning of that normal, fluid, continuum sexuality stuff. It was NOT subtle Friday night… My intern’s best friend said, “______, do you wear the strap-on?” Nice.
Today on the phone my new–and I guess, upgraded model–cycling partner asked what is lesbian sex? She said, “You know with str8 couples if you don’t do penetration, it is not.” I said, “I do rather love that when my str8 gfs say, ‘I have had sex with 5 guys,’ but they fail to mention to you that they have given ninety blow-jobs. Str8 girls love to define what constitutes sex. If you have had 95 cocks in your mouth, you are experienced.” She laughed, but did not disagree.
I like my girls though… They have gr8 show-up factors, we have great convos, and even if sometimes they tend to forget that I’m a Mom or that I’m gay, things like my acerbic wit, or disarming follow-ups tend to allow for them keeping up with me. I just think that it’s funny when they ask sex questions. Tonight, I’m probably going to take lonely girl to a BBQ at my friends’ house. They have a wonderful house, and they wanted my son and I to come over for dinner–one of the Moms had given birth to their son almost 5-years ago. I shall be around “family” folk, but am in a whimsical mood, so may post more of my musings soon.
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