Marie is my best girlfriend. She's straight, so it's nothing like THAT. How we became friends is kinda funny.
One Thursday night I decided, what the hell, I'd go to a different club than the gay bar I usually frequent.
We both work for the same company, but hadn't really spoken. Just 'hi' in passing, that sort of thing.
Anyway, I had my long blond hair down. I have to wear a hat or hair net around the machines of course. Anyway I remember, I wore my little black dress. I know, a cliche. My pearls, fake of course, and my sparkly black block soles. I was sitting at the bar in this club sipping a very nice Chardonnay.
"David?" She rested her fingers on the back of my hand and had a very surprised look on her face, naturally.
I blushed like crazy.
"May I join you?"
Well, her smile was so sweet, and not threatening or, you know, judgemental.
I patted her hand. "Sure. Call me Sherri."
"Yes, of course. I'm Marie, you know. From work? Well, Sherri, you look just divine."
Then I really blushed. By the end of the evening we were chatting and giggling like a couple of ,well, girls.
Since I work on the shop floor and she works in the office it's no problem keeping our friendship cool at work, and she's never betrayed my after of work secret life. And as I said, she's very straight, so our relationship is on the up and up, you know. Just a couple of girlfriends .
So,anyway, she phones me ,like real late on a Friday night.
"Hey honeybun, I found this really cool club. Wanna go dancing tomorrow night? I'll come by your place at eight."
I decided retro fifties style. My red short sleeve dress with the sweetheart collar and the full skirt that swirls so sexily when I spin around. My two inch pointed toe red number are not too extreme to dance in. For jewelry, the gold set I simply stole for fifty bucks at an estate auction. A long gold chain necklace with little hearts, and matching earrings and two bracelets, one for my right wrist and one for my left ankle. Sexy or what?
Marie showed up in a snug sleeveless royal blue number that showed off her curves.
We got a taxi to this club. I think it was a setup, because Marie's boyfriend, Martin, was there with his business partner, William. It was a magic evening. Lots of dancing and fun, good conversation. The boys both had their own cars, so William drove me home in his Beemer.
He pulled up in front of my building. This could be awkward. He kissed me 'goodnight'. Very sweet but gentlemanly. "Sherri, could I call you some time? Er?"
I gave him my number. That was a relief. I could explain over the phone. It's never happened to me, but you hear around the clubs about 'ladies' who get the crap beaten out of them when their dates find too many parts under their skirts.
I tossed and turned to an uneasy sleep. Thinking about dancing with William, and wondering what he'd think when I told him. Sometimes my life is just a continuous feeling of insecurity.
