So, The Myth Was True......

Blog# 7

So my genius “reply” comment to Michelle had been sent out into the world, or cyber space as the case might be, and soon it would be invading her inbox, begging for approval. Once again, I would just have to sit back and wait to see what happens next. All I could hope for was that it would lead to an actual meeting/date/sex/I‘d settle for a friend. I needed an in to this secret tribe, to this alternative world, and I could tell Michelle was already a full fledged member.

Well long story short, the comment was a hit and eventual gateway to messaging….and the messaging was going well. We had established a connection and it was only a matter of time before we decided to meet face to lesbian face.

This went on for a couple days until one glorious Friday night. She inquired if I would be attending the Friday night girl party at Here Bar in West Hollywood, oh so appropriately named, "Truck Stop“. I had actually been once before to no avail with a couple of my gay boyfriends who insisted I check it out. It was nothing short of a complete and total disaster as I was uncomfortable the entire time. I couldn’t help it, I felt like an outsider....like they were all looking at me and wondering what the hell I was doing there. Like any second I was going to be exposed for the imposter I was and thrown out on the street for crashing their private party. So I did what any other spineless whimp would do; Chalked it up to a loss and headed to Fiesta Cantina across the street to get drunk with the boys.

But that was then and this was now, I might be willing to give that place another shot. Things had changed since then and now I had a greater purpose. I was on a mission of sorts. That’s right, a love mission and this little soldier came to win!

I let Michelle know that I was new to the scene and didn’t really have a crew in tact so she graciously invited me to meet up with hers. We met earlier in the night at El Compadre, an old school Mexican restaurant in Hollywood, and a regular dinner spot of mine. I walked in confidently, I had the home court advantage after all. This was a place I knew well, this was familiar ground and, even better, this was a sexually neutral zone.

I strolled in around 9:30 p.m. and headed over to the table where everyone was already seated. I sized up the booth, took a head count and a deep breath. Five girls were in attendance. That left four other women I had to win over on top of charming my way into Michelle’s pants. Tonight, I was up for the challenge, I had a air of bravado that was lacking in my last Truck Stop experience, this time I had Michelle on my side. Not to mention a shot of tequila I had at home which really seemed to take the edge off….. that had been an excellent idea.

I sat down, relaxed and equipped with positive thinking. These were just lesbians after all not Al Qaeda, how hard could this really be?? The waitress came over and I ordered the house special, a flaming margarita. I needed just a little more amo before I left the trenches and headed into battle.

Armed with a spectacular buzz, I went to work on these ladies. I called upon every last bit of charm I could muster up and forward marched.

In true dyke fashion, two of the girls at the table were Michelle’s ex-girlfriends. One there with her new lady in tow. So the myth was true….huh? I had always thought that was an Urban Legend much like the second date U haul. But there they were, all together on a Friday night sharing a bowl of guacamole and shooting the breeze. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my entire 20 some odd years. All the ingredients for an uncomfortable evening but the crazy thing was we were all having a great time! I was liking these girls and I was definitely cruching on Michelle. If this was any indication of the night to come, I was in for the time of my life!

-Lesbian X