Sorry, my door doesn't swing that way.

I got back from Yakutat on Friday. I was gonna post several lengthy threads about my trip, but I just had to say this first. I got hit on by my first lesbian tonight at the bar. I mean a real lesbian, not the everyday bicurious I normally get hit on by. We'll call her Beverly for the purposes of this blog. I saw her dancing very closing to what I assumed was her girlfriend earlier in the night. It looked like bumper cars. Then later she came over and touched my friend's shoulder and asked her to dance. My friend of course turned her down and said we were leaving. Then Beverly asked me, begged me, to dance as she rubbed her hand up and down my side. I said we were leaving for The Imperial (another bar). Like I was gonna dance with her after she asked my friend first! After about a half hour at The Imperial I saw Beverly show up. She followed us! Luckily she didn't see me or I might have a mullet, a wallet chain and an adopted Korean daughter by now named LeeAnn because we wanted something oriental sounding.