I found myself to be one of the rare "Lipsticks" in a sea of "Butches". Apparently, we are quite the commodity. Got lots of stares; I guess they liked my lipgloss and my cleavage. My "date" assured me I was the best looking girl in there, as she snuggled up to my elbow. Gee, she really knows how to make a gal feel good.
The night was fairly uneventful, as neither of us scored, but we did get to see a great band called 3 a.m. Local, with three women singers, they harmonized on some great original work and also did some fantastic covers. It was definitely a relaxed, fun atmosphere and worth the trip downtown. Perhaps next time we'll be bold enough to dance. I need to help my friend out in any way possible, right? And what better way than helping her move on?
Oh, and just for your information, and I'm specifically talking to Mike here, real lesbians aren't anywhere NEAR as hot as you imagine them to be.
Not a one.
2 comments:
Ahem..."I" was hot!!!
I'm glad you had a good time. I've wanted to stop in with a friend who lives down the street from Lipstick Lounge before, but we usually just hang at her house and listen to music instead.
And that Mike reference. Was that me you were addressing? I like all lesbians. Real AND imagined. It's all about humanity and love for me...and me watching. ;)
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