A sunny Saturday afternoon in Napa. Running errands, working on my batch of Limoncello. I made plans to meet a girlfriend for a drink after she got off work in the early evening.
I had profiles on Tinder, Feeld, Bumble, POF, and Ok Cupid. With the latter, I set my profile to only look for women. On the advice of a lesbian friend, I replaced the pic of me with a shot gun (girls don't like guns??) with a black and white heat shot where just a small piece of hair fell right in to the corner of my mouth.
I receive a message at about 3PM.
She was 4'11", half white and half Filipino. Short spiky hair. Loose boy clothes. Soft dark skin. Muscular build. Shy. Quiet. Nervous. Paranoid.
"So, how are you?"
"Howdy lady! I'm good, enjoying the sun and getting errands done. How are you?"
"I am relaxing and enjoying my peaceful state. What type of exploration do you want to do?"
"Lots of things I want to explore, but in particular I've always found women attractive, but only ever kissed or flirted..."
"You know there are different types of lesbians, right? What are you trying to get out of this experience you are craving?"
"I do thanks to my lesbian tattooist who I've been with for almost 10 years! LOL!
I'm looking to find a woman I click with who isn't too set in her ways to try me...a total newbie. She can be gay or bi or bi-curious, like me. Just want someone easy going and laid back. I find I'm most attracted to boyish girls or at least not too girlie. So obviously I find you sexy..."
Her response to that was just her phone number.
"I like when the answer is your number!"
"What do you have planned for the night?"
"Going for a drink or two with a girlfriend shortly, then not sure."
"Text me after, we can have a drink too, ok?"
"Sure that sounds cool. So what kind of women do you like? What do you find attractive about me?"
"Your innocence. Your curiosity is sexy. The way you are trying to stand on your own two feet and look at the world for yourself."
We met around 10PM in Napa, and had a drink at a quiet bar. I was more talkative than usual because I had already had a few with my girlfriend and because she was so shy.
It was obvious she trained herself to lower her voice when she talked. I could feel her troubled existence through the words she chose and the stories she told. Worry about a bothersome neighbor. Worry about and also anger for her mom. Her mom was Filipino, never married her white dad. She had a half brother from her mom and a black man.
After two drinks, she said she was worried about driving back to Vallejo. But there was some obvious chemistry, so I could tell she didn't want to go home. Even though I was feeling a little concerned about her lifestyle and mental state, I was also ready to jump at the chance to have a sexual experience with a woman.
I offered for us to go back to my place.
