Saturday, November 06, 2004
How it works, exactly.
(In response to my friend Auty's comment to my last entry, which I was gonna reply to as a comment, but I might as well devote an entire entry to it.)
No, unfortunately I have not the slightest clue whether or not she's bi or lesbian. At this point this is (as far as I know) merely a one-sided attraction, and I am going by what The Fiancé told me about her before I even met her:
"This one girl, this friend of the hostess, I'm pretty sure she's into women by the way she acts around guys hitting on her, and just overall little clues over the years."
That's what he said in a nutshell. Of course I didn't give a shit when he said that cause a) I didn't know her yet, and b) I didn't wanna go to that party in the first place and I decided to be a bitch about everything and everybody concerning this event.
So other than some spousal intuitions and a few looks she shot me, I am completely in the dark on her sexual preferences.
And yes... I have actually thought about the point that you raised, and quite a lot, too. Shit, I wouldn't make a move on an engaged person, even if I knew for a fact that she swings my way. So why would she, right? And that's one of my big dilemmas... not only do I somehow have to communicate to her my intentions without looking like a fool, I also have to somehow make the point that's it's perfectly OK from The Fiancé's point of view, even encouraged.
Now, even if I would know about anything we have in common other than Sour Cream Cheddar Ruffles, I still wouldn't have the courage to call her up and ask her to snack with me. Even in the world of dating males I have never been of the courageous type, always waiting for the guys to make the move on me. And it usually worked without me ever having to get over myself and be proactive in that regard. See? I never learned how to do it in the first place! :(
Now... about the hetero sex... I just bled through a super sized tampon in a matter of about 2 hours, and The Fiancé is sporting a big and nasty cold sore on his upper lip... so there goes that notion for the weekend. I haven't kissed my guy for over 4 days now! *whines*
On a way too TMI note, though... who would have thought that I was able to give (and he was very able to receive) 3 blow-jobs in less than 20 minutes. I am going to marry Superman... mwahaha. :)
No, unfortunately I have not the slightest clue whether or not she's bi or lesbian. At this point this is (as far as I know) merely a one-sided attraction, and I am going by what The Fiancé told me about her before I even met her:
"This one girl, this friend of the hostess, I'm pretty sure she's into women by the way she acts around guys hitting on her, and just overall little clues over the years."
That's what he said in a nutshell. Of course I didn't give a shit when he said that cause a) I didn't know her yet, and b) I didn't wanna go to that party in the first place and I decided to be a bitch about everything and everybody concerning this event.
So other than some spousal intuitions and a few looks she shot me, I am completely in the dark on her sexual preferences.
And yes... I have actually thought about the point that you raised, and quite a lot, too. Shit, I wouldn't make a move on an engaged person, even if I knew for a fact that she swings my way. So why would she, right? And that's one of my big dilemmas... not only do I somehow have to communicate to her my intentions without looking like a fool, I also have to somehow make the point that's it's perfectly OK from The Fiancé's point of view, even encouraged.
Now, even if I would know about anything we have in common other than Sour Cream Cheddar Ruffles, I still wouldn't have the courage to call her up and ask her to snack with me. Even in the world of dating males I have never been of the courageous type, always waiting for the guys to make the move on me. And it usually worked without me ever having to get over myself and be proactive in that regard. See? I never learned how to do it in the first place! :(
Now... about the hetero sex... I just bled through a super sized tampon in a matter of about 2 hours, and The Fiancé is sporting a big and nasty cold sore on his upper lip... so there goes that notion for the weekend. I haven't kissed my guy for over 4 days now! *whines*
On a way too TMI note, though... who would have thought that I was able to give (and he was very able to receive) 3 blow-jobs in less than 20 minutes. I am going to marry Superman... mwahaha. :)
