My first lesbian encounter...
Soooo I definitely got hit on by a very drunk lesbian (or possibly bisexual woman, how the fuck should I know?) at the club on Thursday night. It's the hair, isn't it? XD But I suppose I should start from the beginning... my friends in Delta Lambda Phi were having a rush party at S4, the main gay dance club 'round here. I wanted to go, but at first I was going to just stay home and be lame and whiny and hormonal because I had just escaped from another frustrating rehearsal and was already tired from the week. However, my friend Sofia called and dragged me out because she needed a ride, so. Yes. Anyway, near the end of the night, I was innocently walking around the perimeter of the dance floor and this girl grabs my arm:
Drunk Girl: Hey!! :D
Me: *thinking she must know me from somewhere because I know a freaking lot of people* Hey?
DG: *drags me out to the floor and starts trying to dance with me*
Me: *plays along, dancing while trying to keep my distance and eyeing her warily*
DG: *touches the kitty on my shirt* I like this. *giggles*
Me: Um... thanks?
DG: *slurs* Do you want a drink?
Me: Uh, no. I'm not 21. (hey, I'm not stupid enough to drink in a public place, especially with great black Xs on my hands in a place where they are LOOKING for underage drinkers... also, best excuse EVER)
DG: *tries to dance with me, if you know what I mean (and I think you do)*
Me: *has determined by this time that no, I do not know this girl, and looks frantically around for someone to rescue me*
DG: Are you shy? :D
Me: Uhh. Yeah. A little. *tries to back away*
DG: *ignores this because she is so very sloshed* Do you want a drink?
Me: No, I'm too young.
DG: *keeps trying to dance with me* Are you sure?
Me: *edges away* Yeah... oh, I think I see my friends... over there... *RUNS*
Once I managed to escape, it was really quite amusing. XD She was pretty enough, I suppose, and if I liked girls like that I probably would have been into it. On the whole, it was a satisfying evening, even though I was so dead yesterday I had to take a nap after my last class (I generally try to avoid sleeping in the middle of the day because it screws with my circadian rhythm something awful). I got to see some old friends, and there's nothing like the combination of being surrounded by gay boys and losing one's self in the music to make a girl feel young and pretty and alive again. I'm not quite sure how that works. I don't really care, and for once, I don't want to question it. Such is life, as has become my refrain of the past few weeks. *_*
Drunk Girl: Hey!! :D
Me: *thinking she must know me from somewhere because I know a freaking lot of people* Hey?
DG: *drags me out to the floor and starts trying to dance with me*
Me: *plays along, dancing while trying to keep my distance and eyeing her warily*
DG: *touches the kitty on my shirt* I like this. *giggles*
Me: Um... thanks?
DG: *slurs* Do you want a drink?
Me: Uh, no. I'm not 21. (hey, I'm not stupid enough to drink in a public place, especially with great black Xs on my hands in a place where they are LOOKING for underage drinkers... also, best excuse EVER)
DG: *tries to dance with me, if you know what I mean (and I think you do)*
Me: *has determined by this time that no, I do not know this girl, and looks frantically around for someone to rescue me*
DG: Are you shy? :D
Me: Uhh. Yeah. A little. *tries to back away*
DG: *ignores this because she is so very sloshed* Do you want a drink?
Me: No, I'm too young.
DG: *keeps trying to dance with me* Are you sure?
Me: *edges away* Yeah... oh, I think I see my friends... over there... *RUNS*
Once I managed to escape, it was really quite amusing. XD She was pretty enough, I suppose, and if I liked girls like that I probably would have been into it. On the whole, it was a satisfying evening, even though I was so dead yesterday I had to take a nap after my last class (I generally try to avoid sleeping in the middle of the day because it screws with my circadian rhythm something awful). I got to see some old friends, and there's nothing like the combination of being surrounded by gay boys and losing one's self in the music to make a girl feel young and pretty and alive again. I'm not quite sure how that works. I don't really care, and for once, I don't want to question it. Such is life, as has become my refrain of the past few weeks. *_*