However, truth be told outside of serving on one LGBT Q&A panel and my first trip to P-Town, I mostly stayed on my own sexual island.
Only my friends in the LGBT circle knew. So it seemed that I was doomed to one unrequited summer crush after another.
Making the Short List:
Promiscuous bad girl lesbian who didn't think I was into her (are you kidding me?!?).
Riot Girl Lesbian who seemed equally spooked by her own sexuality.
My documentary film professor, recently divorced in her early 40's(What can I say? I love smart older women.)
PBG: Really you had a crush on me back then? I had no idea.
Me: Ummm...yeah, but I was too afraid to say anything.
PBG: Really? I totally would have hooked-up with you.
By the end of the summer I really didn't know what to think. Sure I loved the ladies, but so far my track record was providing ample proof that I wasn't particularly good at snagging any of them.
Part of this was because I was so awkward.
I know, I was tired just thinking about it. zzzzzz...
High-School Part 2: the Questionable Years