On the straight and narrow

There are certain rules that must be followed when dating, whether you’re straight, gay or a little of both. These rules apply to those people you are pursuing and those pursuing you.
In this instance, I want to examine relationships with -˜straight’ girls.
This category can include those who are sexually confused, those who have boyfriends but are intrigued by lesbians, and even those heterosexual women who are just so wasted they will try hook up with anything that stumbles into a gay bar -“ gay men included.
My only advice -“ don’t fall for their charms.
We lesbians seem to form emotional attachments after just one night between the sheets, so pursuing a woman who is essentially unavailable is a waste of time.
And I should know -“ I have walked this path sister -“ more times than I care to admit to -” and I am regretting the moment as though I had dined on last week’s tuna casserole.
So I do understand how difficult it is to resist the charms of the alluring straight girl grinding her hips on the dance floor while she stares you down from across the room.
Oh -¦ the sex appeal -¦
But it’s the consequences that make it so a traumatic and dramatic experience.
A particular straight girl in my life started asking me questions about lesbian relationships -“ you know the kind of stuff -“ sex, culture. -¦ that kind of thing.
The questioning made my mind tick and this started affecting the way we interacted. The intrigue, as you would say, got the better of us.
Then the flirting and sexual tension started moving to a new level -“ a level I knew was wrong, but one I found difficult to resist.
Oh, the temptation.
And this led to a level of expectation -“ a level whereby we both expected and anticipated some kind of physical interaction.
I had a choice; I should have been strong enough to see the warning signs and put an end to the flirtation right then and there and re-engaged my straight friend in a more sustainable relationship -“ one not swept up in fantasy and inevitable heartbreak.
The other option, of course, was to just let it happen and brace myself for what could only be a falling out peppered with tears and devastation.
Of course, I let my libido rule my head.
Had I not, I probably would have struggled to write this column. I should have followed the rule -“ but like so many girls I know, well I just dismissed what I knew was right.
Many people out there would be more responsible, a bit sensible and definitely less dramatic. For me, I can see that this will not work and I am nothing but a fool to engage in such a risky act.
Yet, I find it more exciting and more pleasurable acting in this way because at least I know I am being honest (and a little stupid) in regards to my feelings.
Then again, when this doesn’t work out, expect a different view on the straight girl.