2010
Sappho Speaks: Is It Me Or When Did The Single Women Go Crazy?
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Lectori Salutem! or L.S. (Greetings to the Reader!)
Well, for awhile here I thought it was a run of bad luck or somehow I was bringing it on myself, maybe I was being taught a lesson and then as I spoke to one of my best friends and then a few more I had to rethink this.
The last four women I had been around or had any interaction with I had met at very specific locations, all as different as they could be. The first I met at the symphony. She was sitting next to me and her male date had stood her up and my friend and I got to chatting with her during the intermission. She was beautiful so I did do a little harmless flirting and much to my surprise she flirted back and we ended the evening with her leaving with my number. I honestly thought that was the end of that but I heard from her a couple of days later and embarked on a six-month odyssey in the first of wildly insane journeys with vastly different yet confusing and complicated, some might say, a bit crazy women.
This first woman was so much fun at first. She loved going out with us both all dressed to the nines to the theater, a nice restaurant, or just a club and then hang on me like my girl toy. Can’t say that I didn’t like the attention, at first. Then it became part of the maintenance of our relationship because she was a big drinker but would not cross that ALCOHOLIC line of drinking at home and I really don’t drink much at all so as her walls came down over the months we were together, so did her discretion and with that her sense of decorum. I was over being the floor show and instead showed her to an AA meeting – I doubt she has made it there yet.
The next one up for bat came out of an experiment I was prodded into by my best friend – a three-day free trial on Match.com. I filled out a profile, put it up there, got mostly inappropriate responses from women who if they had read my profile would have known no MATCH existed. On the last day I had this email from a woman whose profile I could not see immediately but I was intrigued by her words. In her second email she tells me she has to turn her profile on for the WOMEN seeking WOMEN side because she was on batting for the opposite team.
Now those of you ready to throw up your hands seeing the bisexual angle ought not to be so judgmental. Neither one of these women displayed anything but lesbian tendencies while I was with them and the “crazy train” I seemed to have hopped aboard would soon cross over to the full-fledged lesbians as well. She again was beautiful, seemingly together with a daughter and then splat, I needed to pledge myself immediately and fully to her and only her. Sounds pretty lesbian to me!!! I jumped the MATCH.com ship after my free three days for sure!!!!
The third woman in my path was actually an old flame that always had taken my breath away who emerged through the modern day social networking of FaceBook. When I first saw her again I wasn’t sure how we were going to play this, but within the first hour or so of us finally meeting each other we both made that first move towards each other and the kiss was awkward at best but hearts were racing. We talked about how we felt like teenagers again (I was with her at 20 & 21) and decided we should try again and sparks flew off me. For the next three days we were transported back in time and I really thought I was meeting a newer version of the person I once knew.
She was just a fucked-up, washed-up lesbian sucking out every ounce of energy I had for her own devices, to make her feel good and wanted in the moment, regardless of the past she was stirring up in me. She knowingly led me down that path with no intention of every going anywhere with it again and said all kinds of things like “I can’t wait to see where we go from here” and “now that we’re together again the possibilities are endless” and in the end her excuse was she just meant that as friends. You don’t fuck with your friends – literally or figuratively. If you want to know more about her, see Social Cameleons.
On to number four who was just the same person, different package and a lot more possessive a lot faster than number two. I met her at a benefit for a woman who has cancer held at a bar here in Houston and she was not at the bar for that. She was just with some friends. She was really hot, we played pool and flirted a little, she got my number and I thought maybe I’ll hear from her maybe not. We texted a bit for a few days then Thanksgiving came around and I went to my parents. I came home early to go to a party at my best friend’s house and this woman had called me so I invited her to come to the party. We stayed a while and she wanted to go to my place.
I am not a fan of sex on the first date as I like a bit of patience to make the moment heat up and I am not so sure it’s smart to do if you really like someone and want to get to know them. Well, she was having none of that. So, I complied… and complied… and complied…. She asked me to be her girlfriend the next day. I mean we had some awesome conversations and everything but to quote on of my favorite queens, “Mary, please!!!!” I really couldn’t get rid of her and because the complying was good I wasn’t in too big a hurry to rush her out the door but huge red flags were flying across my apartment. Finally she left on Sunday (yes, that is a date from Thursday through Sunday) and I was completely scared off as she had gotten jealous if I said a celebrity looked hot or I was talking on the phone to one of my friends and wasn’t paying attention to her!!!! She was there four days!!!!
One last thing, on New Year’s Eve at a party an incredibly cute and very sexy little thing walked straight over to me at midnight (I met her earlier but we barely talked) and gave me a kiss for about 30 minutes that should last me until my birthday February 15th. Of course there’s a rub. She just came out and thinks I, of all people, want a relationship. If she would only read this blog and the crazy shit that I have been through with women she would know I am just looking for a normal woman to do normal things on occasion and some of that hot kissing wouldn’t be bad either.
So… where are all the normal women. You cannot say I have not looked high and low. All four were met at very different locations. I’m not attracting them, they’re somehow attracted to me and I want to know what perfume to wear to change my luck. Any suggestions?
Much Love.
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