It's a small world after all...
For a while, I've been hearing about this spot where queer folks of color hang out on Thursday nights. I finally checked it out tonight with some folks from my film class. The place was jumpin. A mixed ground in terms of gender and orientation, Definitely had a few straight guys try to step up, but there were enough queers around to keep them at a good distance. The night went well - I got to see some friends I hadn't seen in a while. Met a hot girl. Flirted for a while until she asked for my number. Flirted some more. Problem was, I couldn't really hear her name because the club was loud. Then... on the way home, my friend says "so, I see you were hitting it off with Z*" I say, "Oh, was that her name... I thought it was S*" Friend - "No, it's definitely Z*" I let the new name sink in and it hits me. FUCK. I totally used to date her ex. FUCK FUCK. I've heard countless stories about this woman and how she's totally unstable. Damn the fact that the queer women of color community consists of about 10 people. I'll never date again.