Lovely lips

I’m sitting at work right now, and because I have downtime I thought that I would blog a bit. It’s been two months since I updated this. Two months. The reason that I have been so bad at finding the time to write is because two months ago today I met the love of my life.

 Sure, it sounds black-and-white-old-movie-esque to say that I fell in love at first sight, but it’s true. I did. And, so did she.

I can tell you the first few moments that I thought that I was in love, the moments where I felt like I was in love, and the moments where I knew that I was in love: every single moment involved her lips. The very first moment that she smiled at me, I tingled. She pulled up in her car next to mine and smiled. The only way I can describe how I feel would be to say that I turned into a puddle on my dashboard and car seat. I thought that this could be love. Fast-forward to kissing. I was laying underneath her shaddow and her warmth and our lips hovered for a moment a few breaths apart. We tasted each others breath. I felt like this could be love. Fast forward again to being apart for two days and getting a text message after hanging up the phone: “This is me two days after i met you telling you that i love you and can’t wait to love you more and more and more…” Imagining these words coming from her heart, through her lips convinced me, and I knew this was love.

Her lips and her mouth are beautiful. Our love is beautiful.

Straightforward honesty

As stated in my introduction somewhere, I am a lesbian. I am out, proud and I love women. I’m not obnoxious or flamboyant; I’m just here and queer. I have a short haircut and I don’t dress very girly. My style tends to be rather androgynous but I have a female figure. Some people’s gaydar goes off when they see me and some don’t. It’s usually a 50/50 thing.

I was on the bus, going home, on Valentine’s Day a few days ago. I sat next to a nice woman and she began chatting with me. First about my phone, and then about other random things. She was very friendly and it’s not every day that the person you sit next to on the T in Boston starts up a friendly conversation with you.

This woman asked me something that no stranger had ever asked me. She was talking about Valentine’s day and asked me why I didn’t have any plans. This is how the conversation went:

Her: “You don’t have a– are you gay?”
Me: “Yes.”
Her: “You don’t have a girlfriend?”
Me: “Nah.”
Her: “Probably best. why deal with other people’s bullshit when you have your own to deal with?”
Me: *laugh* “You know what? No stranger has ever come out and just asked me, point blank, if I am gay.”
Her: “Well, I know it’s rude, but I wanna know. Doesn’t matter to me, I just don’t want to assume that you are or you aren’t and be wrong either way!”
Me: “No, I think it’s great. I wish more people were as okay with just asking that kind of question as you are – I think it’s important.”

Made me smile. The fact that she nonchallantly asked me about my sexual orientation when we had only known each other for less than five minutes was incredible. Being honest and straightforward is beautiful.