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Jo bullied me in seventh grade but by eighth grade, I wanted to take a picture of her on our last day. I still have it in my low budget scrapbook that includes all sorts of heinous memories from my torturous forray with puberty. But that picture lives on, her in a white tee, blue sweatpants, white tennis shoes, gold chain, short curly hair… see? I just described it from memory.

I talked to her every now and then in high school, even though we didn’t have one class together and it was clear our paths were very different. She was a jock type and the cool kid prototype – probably smoked and drank and stayed up real late. I bet she didn’t do her homework. I, on the other hand, was a drama nerd, straight edge, and would fill my schedule up with extra credit projects and honors society meetings. We’d still exchange words every now and then, and I think it was always one of those great mysteries… why did I talk to this girl?

Fast forward to winter break from undergrad, I was home for the holidays and newly 21 years old. I think they had something obscene like $1 drinks for all the females for Sunday Ladies Night at the crappy bar up the street. Of course, there was Jo sitting there by herself at the bar.

Once I finally got enough liquid courage in me, I went over to say hello to my friend Jo. It was clear she was a lesbian and I was straight. Right? Right.

We talked for a bit, I went back to my friends, then I went back to Jo. It was magnetic. I forgot about the friends I had brought and the guy I was talking to and went straight to Jo. And everything she said was the most fascinating thing I had ever heard. And her wrist tattoo of her name in Arabic was the coolest thing I had ever seen. And touching it was exhilarating. And looking into her eyes was intoxicating… or maybe it was the $1 drinks. But regardless, something different was happening. Her confidence and assertiveness drew me in… to a kiss. And then more kissing. And I liked it. A lot.

After a few more awkward steps and a ride home, I was completely confused. What just happened? I didn’t sleep at all the entire night. I sat up in my childhood bedroom feeling so many different emotions that I had never felt before. I finally understood why everyone liked kissing so much. Wow.

Sent in by: Valerie
Age: 25
Location: Ohio
Website: http://www.lezbehonest.net