The Other Woman....

Blog #10

A typical morning for me goes as follows; wake up, pee, then drink a bottle of watermelon juice as I check emails, Myspace, and now OurChart. It was Saturday morning, the night after Truck Stop and, although, my head was a-pounding, this morning was no exception. I headed upstairs to the kitchen and grabbed my saving grace; one bottle of Evolution Watermelon Juice.

About 6 months had gone by since I moved into the last apartment I was in and, had now, just moved into a House in Weho. I had 2 boy roomies and 1 girl..…all straight. I felt a little funny checking The Chart at the communal laptop we shared in the upstairs office because, as I was still new to this whole lesbian thing and wasn’t entirely sure where it was headed, I failed to mention to them in the interview process that I was gay. Well, mostly because I had only been sure of it myself for a short time. I mean, all signs lead to Gayville but I needed to investigate further before I started using it as a disclaimer when being judged on my roommate worthiness and desirability. I was still figuring this whole thing out. I had all my life been attracted to men and although I was mainly interested in women at this point, I didn’t know how this whole adventure would pan out. Not to mention that I hadn’t, overnight, suddenly been stripped of my desire toward the opposite sex. It’s not like I went to the return isle in the sexuality department of Macy’s and traded in my hetero for homo like an ill-fitted sweater. It occured to me that I might be bi-sexual but who could know for sure?? Not exactly what you want to tell 3 strangers you are trying to rope into letting you live in their awesome house that is 5 minutes away from you work. “Hi, nice to meet you, I love the place…Oh, and by the way did I happen to mention that I am in the middle of a sexual identity crisis??“

No, no, no, I wasn’t about to drop that little jem of a bomb on the first meeting nor was I anxious to reveal my shameless routine of cruising lesbians on some cheesy networking site while drinking juice in my p.j.s. This was still my dirty little secret and I meant to keep it that way for the time being!

So, anyway, back to the pressing matter at hand i.e. my OurChart inbox or rather the thrill that a newly arrived message brought to every once of my being. So on this morning, this Saturday, when I opened my inbox to see a message from Alice I couldn’t have been more curious/ecstatic. There were only a couple pictures to go on but she seemed cute. She sent me a general “hey how’s it going” and mentioned some kind of common interest we had that she had noticed after reading my page. She seemed nice enough so I wrote her back, “What the heck?”’ I thought, it couldn’t hurt!

After initial contact I did the only thing I could do at this point to further investigate this new possible friend; I typed her name into myspace to see if cyber stalking would be a possibility. I needed more pictures to go on. I mean, I would like to think that I could make this connection based solely on the content of her character, but let’s face it, at the end of the day, you need a certain amount of pure physical attraction to keep things going. We were in our 20’s for god’s sake, not middle aged women searching for companionship. I was on the brink of my sexual prime and vain or not, I needed to know who I was dealing with. To my shear delight, her page came right up!

Lot’s and lot’s of pictures to go on and you better believe I looked through every single one. It’s always so hard to tell on these sights, though. It is a fair “given” that most people only post the most flattering pictures they have and just a reminder to all of you that have forgotten (as I know that myspace is like Latin, an outdated and dead medium) that unlike facebook, the only pictures on your page were the ones that YOU posted. None of this tagging non-sense existed at the time in question. So I did as thorough an investigation as I could in my post Friday night, Saturday morning hangover state of mind.

I couldn’t quite tell, she definitely had this sort of nerdy-cute thing happening which I was not opposed to and she seemed quite intelligent which was one more for the “go for it” tally. It also occurred to me that this didn’t have to be some grander than life, love affair that transpired. She could very well be a much needed, much appreciated actual friend. After all, I just had this incredible night with Michelle, not that I was ruling out other possibilities, but I liked her and hoped to see her again, so if Alice wanted to meet up for a drink it was no big deal. I wrote her back letting her know that I was in. I agreed to the meeting with the primary intention being to make a new buddy, what ended up happening, however is a different story all together!

-Lesbian X