Last night at Taco Tuesday my friends and I were lamenting over the seemingly, depressing pool of single women within the lesbian community. Well, at least in our little neck of the woods.
I declared, “We must find new blood! We’re ALL single at the same time and we MUST find some new women!”
To which Maggie nodded in agreement and replied, “Yes, we must restock our inventory.”
Hahaha …. yep. We really do need some new inventory. And by inventory, I mean some hot, new, interesting single lesbians that have been untouched by anyone in our little gang of ball busting honeys.
So we started talking about what we want in the same sex and realized that it’s probably a good thing that we all have drastically different ideas of what the “ideal” woman would be.
Jeanine wants to date herself. If she could find her clone, she’s pretty sure that world domination both on and off the planet would follow shortly after. I’m not sure, but I don’t think she’s exaggerating.
Maggie …. well Maggie. What can I say about her? I happen to have some of the pickiest, selective, some might even go as far as to say difficult friends to please in the entire world.
After a while Jeanine was loudly announcing that she has come to the conclusion that she is “Un-dateable.” Maggie and I do not agree with her assessment, but on some level I concur. I agree that in general, my friends and I may be pretty fucking difficult to date successfully.
But that’s not the point. The point is that we need to restock the shelves from which we browse for our next conquest, find our next ex, or *gasp* maybe even find the one.
I’ve been single for a long time now. I mean looooooong time. A recent pseudo relationship wet my appetite for the real thing and I’ve now entered into a slightly optimistic, romantic phase in which I think I may be ready to settle down for a little bit …. If the right girl comes along.
Therein lies the problem. The right girl does not seem to exist outside of my very vivd imagination. If she does, I don’t think she’s local. So I have enlisted my crew of lesbians to commit to going out to WeHo more often in hopes of finding some suitable or at least fresh meat for our little market of dykes to date.
Will I find the one, or at least the next one at Here, Girl Bar, She Bar, The Abbey, East West Lounge? Maybe. Maybe not. But at least I’m putting myself out there. Like Dr. Phil says, “Put yourself in a target rich environment.” So until gay girls start frequenting my living room, I’m going to be out and about with my eyes peeled for possibilities.