I announced to a room full of strangers that I’m now a bisexual. Despite the flippant nature of my storytelling, I’ve wrestled with my attraction to women for quite a long time. Around 26 I figured that if I’m attracted to women, I would have noticed by then. So I wrote off my few trysts with girls as an occasional indulgence, like country music – fun sometimes, but nothing I’d introduce to my friends.
That was all before Carly. Last week I fell into an impromptu Cards Against Humanity game. Not my usual cup of tea, I joined a table of friends and strangers to whittle my time free time away. My friend Tiffany is exceptional at inviting new people to join our reindeer games, so the starting table was me, Tiff, Tyler, Daniel, Bobby and six girls in their early 20s. I expected some interesting results between the two factions.
The six girls introduced themselves. All I distinctly remember is Amber, Carly, Jennifer (Jessica) and three other names that end in I’s or Y’s. They were there to go see the 3rd Eye Blind concert across the street. I’m still not sure what genre of music that is. Judging by these girls, it’s not something I’d wait in line for. Regardless, they established a reason to leave before even sitting down. I didn’t expect a single one of them to last longer than 5 minutes.
The game started and each hand was met with varying results. For those that don’t know, CAH is a game where one person reads a phrase and everyone submits an answer to finish the thought. The person with the phrase then chooses the best answer. Some cards are really gross or offensive while others could be logical answers to the phrase. The chooser’s sense of humor has a real effect on the game and who “wins” each round.
My sense of humor tends toward the incredibly dark, so I especially expected this group of women to cringe at my choices. Little did I know, the females at my table are more than they seem. Carly and the friend next to her not only appreciated my humor but also chose my answers as the best. I’m as shocked as you are.
You see, Carly is a thin, 21-year old blonde chick with a beautiful face and sexy curves. She, and her friends, are a spitting image of the girls I went to high school with. She looks like someone that just pledged a sorority as a legacy. This gorgeous woman that could have her pick of the litter made it clear to everybody that her choice was me. She repeatedly dropped hints that she’s a lesbian and that I’m her type.
I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. I blushed and giggled and whispered to Tiffany how much I wanted to go for it. I’d never had a woman that looks like THAT show interest in ME. My entire stance on sexuality was challenged by the hot blonde sitting across the table. At some point, we even devolved into to a game of Truth or Dare where Tiffany dared me to kiss her.
She was ready before I was. Without even thinking my tongue was in her mouth and hers in mine. I put my hand behind her head and immediately realized why anyone would ever want long hair. She smelled like an exotic flower and tasted like spring water. I would have kept going if she hadn’t stopped. Deep in my chest I felt that spark that makes me want more. I recognized a part of me that wanted to take her behind closed doors and do what it takes to make her moan. I’m pretty certain she could reciprocate.
In the world today, I know it’s not a big deal for one girl to kiss another. But in my world, where I’ve been consistently abused by the women I get anywhere close to – this is earth-shaking. I can confidently admit to myself (and anyone that asks) that I’m attracted to women. Apparently, I’m just very picky.
