Thursday, November 1, 2007
“What about?” I inquired. The hook was baited, but could she reel me in.
“Well there was one girly one, and one butch one…” she continued.
“So?” My interest had been pricked, but my prick was yet to be interested.
“Well why do they do that? If you’re a girl who fancies girls why would you want to get with a girl who looks a bit like a guy?” She questioned.
“A serious debate on female same sex pairing dynamics is not the sort of thing that is going to wake my sleeping lion.” I told her. “You need to be operating on a much shallower plane than that.”
“So anyway,” She continued. “I was still thinking about it this morning when I got dressed.”
Where was she going with this? Was she going anywhere at all?
“If I were into girls too what kind of girl would I be into?”
She was in the right neighbourhood, but could she find the right street?
“Well what I’m trying to get to is that, this morning when I got dressed, I dressed myself up as the girl I’d like to fuck!”