The Lesbian Drama Queen
MVWD happened in my second week of university. I’d met a girl through our LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) organization who seemed nice enough and was quite pretty. We were in the same halls of residence and one evening she asked me to come up and watch a film with her. When I got up there she had some music on and asked me what I’d like to listen to. I was neutral and suggested something I figured she’d like based on what was already playing, to which she promptly ignored the idea and put on something else.
Then she asked me which film I would like to watch. Being a bit of a film snob (apart from my love of Mean Girls) I wasn’t impressed with the DVDs she had in her room, but it was fine, and we settled down to watch the least gross-out comedy-type of the bunch: White Chicks. That was when she started talking about “lovely” girl she’d met and slept with the other night, but this other woman had gone onto reject a relationship with her. This went on for a while with me nodding and trying to stay awake until she ended the diatribe with “but I think you’re really pretty.” Bored, looking for some action, and not wanting her to pile issues on me again, I kissed her.
So we were making out for a while and it was fine. She took off her top, but then when I went to actually touch her down there she jumped off me and burst into tears. It was then I found out she was in love with an American girl who she’d never met or heard the voice of on the internet. This is where the “date” should have ended. Unfortunately, I listened to her woes and tried to help her out, gave advice and all that for what felt like five-plus hours. She asked if I would stay over (bear in mind she was still topless here) so we spooned and went to sleep, but not before she made a jibe about how my fingers smelt of cigarettes.
The next morning as we left her block she saw someone she’d befriended and convinced me to kiss her right there. And I did. And then went back to my room feeling pretty used and pretty confused.
