Sunday, April 18, 2010
I was 21 and just out of my first relationship with a girl. We'd been together for 5 years on and off. Mostly off. Dramatic. Angst-ridden. Heart wrenching.
I'd finally gotten past her enough to go out with friends. I'd hang out. Goof off. NEVER dated. But this one night, we were at a bar. A cute, sporty butch girl was dancing and caught my eye. I caught her's, too.
As I was sitting on the step of the stage resting, she came up. It was extremely late and almost everyone had gone home from the most popular gay dance bar.
Cecilia was there with her ball team and invited me and my two friends to join them. We laughed, flirted and drank. It became later and later.
"Do you mind giving me a ride home? I rode with friends."
My heart leapt.
"Not at all."
She lived an hour from where I did, but I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity.
We pulled in her drive. Made out against the car.
Went inside. Made out in the kitchen grabbing something to drink.
Sat on the couch. Made out sitting up. Made out lying down. Made out against the arm of the...
""Shhh....did you hear that? I'll be right back. I think my girlfriend woke up!"