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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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June 01, 2004
the oomonote: tho i've alluded to it twice, i think this story deserves its own post.
i couldn't believe it when jeff hadn't yet shown up to happy hour...we had a date! okay, so not really a date...but he had said a few days earlier that he'd go with me to the 'vine, this little place we've both frequented for 15 years or more (tho less often these days). it was first friday...i.e., that one day of the month when lesbians come crawling out of the woodwork for the monthly event at the wall, but manage to filter thru every other gay club or bar downtown at some point during the evening. so jeff--agreeing with everyone else that i would never meet any women as long as i'm always out with a herd of gay men--had suggested we go play some darts there. i thought, okay...they're right. so i was up for it. maybe even a little excited. finally, jeff showed up, admitting that he'd almost decided to stay home. when i said that he'd wish he had, once i'd kicked his ass at darts, it was on. off to the 'vine we went.
we played a few games, and i was throwing better than i had in probably years...certainly better than i usually did when we'd played together in the league. it was fun...i never realize how competitive i am until i start winning. *laughing* anyway, we were pausing in between games, sitting at the bar, talking and people-watching. the bar was full of lesbians, indeed, but i had yet to spot a cute one.
i leaned over to jeff so that he could hear me. "jeffy...?" (we've known each other since 1989, so he lets me call him that, even tho he doesn't let anyone else call him that.) and i was just about to whine about how i had to track down the "object of my obsession," or i was just going to die (yes, i can bring on the drama when i've had a few). but before i could even start whining, i happened to glance around the corner at a table that hadn't been in my line of vision before i'd leaned over.
and there, at the table, talking to a woman who looked like a 12-year-old boy, was the oomo.
i sat straight up. i think i may have gasped. i know i said, "oh. my. god." there she was! right there! after i'd obsessed about her almost incessantly for weeks...cooking up these elaborate sexual fantasies in my head (which i, like, never really do), wondering how in the hell i was ever going to find her without knowing her phone number, where she lived, where she worked...anything. and suddenly, there she was, right in front of my eyes. hot as fire. wow.
my friend shawn says i made it happen...i conjured her. :)
after explaining to jeff why i had suddenly gone silent mid-sentence, i think i must have hyperventilated for about 5 minutes, trying to think of some smooth way to end up over in that area of the bar without looking obvious. 'cause while she had been on my mind for weeks, i was pretty sure i hadn't been on hers. finally, i had it...the old "i-don't-have-to-go-but-i'm-going-to-the-bathroom" trick. yeah, that's it. and on my way back, i would pretend to spot her for the first time. "ohhhh, hey! how are you? what's goin' on?"
so, on my way back from the bathroom, i glanced over where she had been sitting (she was still there...whew!) and caught her eye. she smiled at me.
"hey! what's up? how are you?" (you know, all according to plan and everything.)
"look at you...gorgeous, as always," she said. BIG hug. she introduced the 12-year-old-boy-lesbian. "so what's new?"
i told her about the new job. blahblahblah. she told me what she's been up to. blahblahblah. then, she was like, "so, what else is new?"
i paused. "well...(another pause)...i'm single again." (hey, she asked!)
"awwww." 2nd big hug...during which i glanced over her shoulder to see jeff standing at the bar, grinning at me. "sweetie, what happened?" i had just given her the 30-second version when she grabbed her messenger bag, took out a notebook, wrote her name, cell number, and e-mail address on it, ripped out the page and gave it to me. i added my info to the bottom of the page, ripped it again, and gave her that half. after agreeing that we'd get together soon to "catch up," we said our goodbyes (3rd big hug). me, walking away, grinning like a damned fool.
i'm really not used to all this. i'm really just not.
8:26 PM
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