This morning in French class, I did a double take beeeecaaauuusee.... Straight Girl - or someone who intensely resembles Straight Girl - is in my class!
What's more is that we're in the same group for the semester-long group project.
Of course.
I don't know about you, but I find it rather funny that, of all the classes at school and all the Straight Girls I was interested in, we would end up in the same early-morning French course.
(Further update: I am over her. After getting to know her a bit better, I'm no longer Interested. Just so y'all don't get any Big Ideas about the two of us, toiling away together on this project...]
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
In Which Care Attends Her First Queer Night
Last night was a somewhat momentous occasion in Care's Gay Development: I went to my first queer pub night. The decision to go had been somewhat spur-of-the-moment - I'd casually mentioned it a few days ago to my roommate, Rebelle, as an alternative to Dance Cave, but it didn't come up again until Thursday night, when Reb saw how much I wanted to go and agreed to do it.
I had to go to school Friday afternoon, so Reb offered to raid our wardrobes and set out some clothing options for me to wear. I told her to feel free to "gay it up a bit" because I was concerned that, since I'm not the gayest-looking chick, people at the pub night would not know that I was Interested in Girls.
When I got home I chose the outfit that was the most Me (and, okay, the gayest) - a pair of skinny jeans and one of Reb's shirts. Reb did my make-up.
Both Reb and our other roommate, Lou, could tell that I was Pretty Darn Excited for the night. I was also Pretty Darn Nervous, as I was hoping it might be The Night I Met Someone Special.
En route to the bus stop, Reb and I talked about how much she loves Turner, her boyfriend, and about my Coming Out Process - when I knew, how I knew, what it's like to come out. NB: if you have also been wondering these things, feel free to ask! :)
On the bus we saw two girls we both knew from classes/residence last year. They sat with us at the pub and revealed that they'd been dating for nearly a year! I was surprised because only one of them had ever tripped my gaydar, and I'd seen them hang out last year but always thought they were just friends. They were both pretty cool and we danced with them for a bit (though they left early, partly because one of them was still underage and couldn't drink to get her dance on).
When we first arrived, the place was kinda dead, so Reb and I started drinking - a dose of Liquid Courage for me and a desire to get plain ol' drunk for she.
I was sitting with my back to the dance floor but asked Reb to scout out any Perspectives (since she was my self-proclaimed "straight wingman" for the night). She soon pointed a girl out, and when I turned to get a better look at her, I was definitely Interested. I immediately noticed that she was very pretty and she was not a very good dancer. The more I saw, the more she reminded me of myself (eg., how she was embarrassed to find herself in the centre of the dancing circle) and the more I wanted to meet her.
Upon joining the dancing throngs, Reb and I began to manoeuvre ourselves so as to join their circle. It was somewhat successful. Reb then went off to grind with one of the Girl's friends and I was left dancing (hopefully not too awkwardly!) on the outskirts of the Girl's circle. We smiled at each other a few times, and at one point she commented to me on her friend Max's exuberant dancing. Things were looking pretty good!
But then tragedy struck, so to speak. Reb, in her wingmanliness, had convinced her grinding companion to do a little recon, i.e., find out the Girl's sexuality and relationship status. He then reported that, alas!, she was straight. Needless to say, I was disappointed. Soon after I left Straight Girl's circle and scanned the room for any other Perspectives. [In hindsight, I thought it might have been a good idea to introduce myself to Straight Girl, bemoan the fact that she was straight, and then ask her to dance anyway, where we would subsequently bond based on our shared lack of dancing skillz. But of course, I did not think of this until I was back at home, many hours later.]
Meanwhile, Reb was being all Good Samaritan and grinding with a guy who'd previously been sitting alone at a table, so I was left to manoeuvre myself into another circle. The girls in this one were decently attractive but I wasn't particularly interested in any of them. Still, it was fun dancing with them and belting the words along to the music; my friends Molson, Coors, and Bacardi had been very helpful in loosening me up.
The highlight of my night came shortly afterwards. One of the girls in my new circle, with whom Reb had chatted a bit at the bar, asked me what my name was, then introduced herself. She then said, as parting words (I am guessing, since she left the dance floor after this), "I like you - you're really cute!" This marked the first time anyone - guy or girl - had ever said something like that to me, and I liked it!
Reb and I stayed a bit longer, then had to leave to catch the bus home. It was only then that I realized how drunk she was. I myself was decently inebriated (though I'd had at least one less drink than she), but I sobered up pretty fast when faced with the task of getting us both home. It was fine and we made it: a good night. I couldn't wait to tell Lou - and all you guys - about it!
Despite not making any headway on Romantic Prospects, I still had a lot of fun. Reb was an excellent wingman, and I did have a good time dancing. The event was not what I'd expected, but in a good way - it was more intimate and had a great community feeling to it.
I would definitely go again, but with a few changes for next time. First, I would ask Reb to put a bit less makeup on me, because every time I looked in the mirror I kept thinking, 'Who is that?' I would probably also pick out my own clothes. I do have a decent eye for style and, now that I know I don't have to gay myself up that much to Imply Interest, it won't matter as much what I wear.
Finally, I would drink a bit less (man oh man, I did not have a good night's sleep!) It was fine for this time because it led me to discover my magic number of drinks (3), but last night I unnecessarily surpassed it. This drinking reduction could result in me feeling less confident in my dancing, but that may not be a bad thing. I'm just not the sexy-dancing, grinding-type girl, and if it takes me several drinks to become one such girl, then I'm clearly not being very Me-ish. Also, one of the things I immediately liked about Straight Girl was the fact that she was not a good dancer but was still trying and having a good time. So maybe next time another girl will notice - and like this - about me! Here's hoping...
I had to go to school Friday afternoon, so Reb offered to raid our wardrobes and set out some clothing options for me to wear. I told her to feel free to "gay it up a bit" because I was concerned that, since I'm not the gayest-looking chick, people at the pub night would not know that I was Interested in Girls.
When I got home I chose the outfit that was the most Me (and, okay, the gayest) - a pair of skinny jeans and one of Reb's shirts. Reb did my make-up.
Both Reb and our other roommate, Lou, could tell that I was Pretty Darn Excited for the night. I was also Pretty Darn Nervous, as I was hoping it might be The Night I Met Someone Special.
En route to the bus stop, Reb and I talked about how much she loves Turner, her boyfriend, and about my Coming Out Process - when I knew, how I knew, what it's like to come out. NB: if you have also been wondering these things, feel free to ask! :)
On the bus we saw two girls we both knew from classes/residence last year. They sat with us at the pub and revealed that they'd been dating for nearly a year! I was surprised because only one of them had ever tripped my gaydar, and I'd seen them hang out last year but always thought they were just friends. They were both pretty cool and we danced with them for a bit (though they left early, partly because one of them was still underage and couldn't drink to get her dance on).
When we first arrived, the place was kinda dead, so Reb and I started drinking - a dose of Liquid Courage for me and a desire to get plain ol' drunk for she.
I was sitting with my back to the dance floor but asked Reb to scout out any Perspectives (since she was my self-proclaimed "straight wingman" for the night). She soon pointed a girl out, and when I turned to get a better look at her, I was definitely Interested. I immediately noticed that she was very pretty and she was not a very good dancer. The more I saw, the more she reminded me of myself (eg., how she was embarrassed to find herself in the centre of the dancing circle) and the more I wanted to meet her.
Upon joining the dancing throngs, Reb and I began to manoeuvre ourselves so as to join their circle. It was somewhat successful. Reb then went off to grind with one of the Girl's friends and I was left dancing (hopefully not too awkwardly!) on the outskirts of the Girl's circle. We smiled at each other a few times, and at one point she commented to me on her friend Max's exuberant dancing. Things were looking pretty good!
But then tragedy struck, so to speak. Reb, in her wingmanliness, had convinced her grinding companion to do a little recon, i.e., find out the Girl's sexuality and relationship status. He then reported that, alas!, she was straight. Needless to say, I was disappointed. Soon after I left Straight Girl's circle and scanned the room for any other Perspectives. [In hindsight, I thought it might have been a good idea to introduce myself to Straight Girl, bemoan the fact that she was straight, and then ask her to dance anyway, where we would subsequently bond based on our shared lack of dancing skillz. But of course, I did not think of this until I was back at home, many hours later.]
Meanwhile, Reb was being all Good Samaritan and grinding with a guy who'd previously been sitting alone at a table, so I was left to manoeuvre myself into another circle. The girls in this one were decently attractive but I wasn't particularly interested in any of them. Still, it was fun dancing with them and belting the words along to the music; my friends Molson, Coors, and Bacardi had been very helpful in loosening me up.
The highlight of my night came shortly afterwards. One of the girls in my new circle, with whom Reb had chatted a bit at the bar, asked me what my name was, then introduced herself. She then said, as parting words (I am guessing, since she left the dance floor after this), "I like you - you're really cute!" This marked the first time anyone - guy or girl - had ever said something like that to me, and I liked it!
Reb and I stayed a bit longer, then had to leave to catch the bus home. It was only then that I realized how drunk she was. I myself was decently inebriated (though I'd had at least one less drink than she), but I sobered up pretty fast when faced with the task of getting us both home. It was fine and we made it: a good night. I couldn't wait to tell Lou - and all you guys - about it!
Despite not making any headway on Romantic Prospects, I still had a lot of fun. Reb was an excellent wingman, and I did have a good time dancing. The event was not what I'd expected, but in a good way - it was more intimate and had a great community feeling to it.
I would definitely go again, but with a few changes for next time. First, I would ask Reb to put a bit less makeup on me, because every time I looked in the mirror I kept thinking, 'Who is that?' I would probably also pick out my own clothes. I do have a decent eye for style and, now that I know I don't have to gay myself up that much to Imply Interest, it won't matter as much what I wear.
Finally, I would drink a bit less (man oh man, I did not have a good night's sleep!) It was fine for this time because it led me to discover my magic number of drinks (3), but last night I unnecessarily surpassed it. This drinking reduction could result in me feeling less confident in my dancing, but that may not be a bad thing. I'm just not the sexy-dancing, grinding-type girl, and if it takes me several drinks to become one such girl, then I'm clearly not being very Me-ish. Also, one of the things I immediately liked about Straight Girl was the fact that she was not a good dancer but was still trying and having a good time. So maybe next time another girl will notice - and like this - about me! Here's hoping...
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