Archive for October, 2009

girl flirting

October 17, 2009

I am a sucker for girls who exude confidence and authority.  Oh, and blondes.   Haha, I am such a sucker for blondes.  I work at a year-round school, and this past week had been intersession, meaning that the students had the week off, but had the option of coming to school for half days.  Our theme was pumpkins, so we’d been working with the physical aspects of pumpkins, writing poems about pumpkins, making pumpkin cookies, etc.  The intersession coordinator was a 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Beck, who is in her mid-30s, married, and has two kids.   She has blonde hair, is lean, beautiful eyes, and a great smile.  She was in charge of the activities and coordinating all the teachers and students for various events.  I saw her pretty regularly this week, whereas I usually see her in passing maybe once or twice a day.  I have to admit that when I first met her, I sort of just wrote her off as a state-school blonde who went into education.  But after working with her, I found her to be incredibly witty, confident, organized, and to the point.  All of a sudden I was attracted to her. I even flirted with her at one point! As a volunteer at the school, I never really have personally engaging conversations with the teachers and never really joke around with them, but when I spoke to her, I wanted to do all of these things.

One thing that’s always struck me about girls is that it is really, really hard to distinguish girl flirtation from girl friendliness. I don’t think guys have this problem, because for the most part, they don’t get that friendly or personal with each other. There’s always that “manly” component, where they don’t talk about emotions or get too emotionally attached to each other, which means they don’t really have intimate interactions the way girls do.  Girls hug, girls touch each other when they’re talking to one another, girl’s wink at one another, girls talk about personal topics without feeling fidgety about them, so on and so forth. It’s so hard to tell whether a girl is really flirting with you, or just being really friendly! Anyway, I could have sworn that I caught Mrs. Beck flirting back with me, but I know that that’s all in my head. The woman’s married, has two kids, and is involved with her own life.  Why the hell would she be flirting with a nobody young’in like me? Still, it’s fun to entertain the idea, and imagine her inviting me into her classroom for a hot make out session.  Haha. Seriously though, I was so turned on by her this week and I could not stop thinking about her and the way she would look without her clothes on.  She has the cutest little body and the most radiant smile. She’s beautiful, and her husband is a lucky man.

I’m a sucker for confident, beautiful blondes. And Indian girls, for that matter (Vicky).

Explore

October 11, 2009

Recently I’ve been having some very vivid lesbian dreams. As it should have become clear by now, I go through phases of intense attraction to women — the last being Vicky about two years ago.  Since I’ve started dating Brian, those impulses have surfaced less often and with less intensity. I’m still occasionally attracted to girls.  Though the time away from him has allowed these impulses to reappear without inhibition, which may be a good thing.   Since these dreams keep recurring, I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about being with a woman. I’m not looking for a relationship, but I would love to find someone with whom I have great chemistry and am attracted to just to explore and experiment more where Vicky and I left off.

I haven’t talked to Vicky in almost a year, and I don’t plan to any time soon, especially since I no longer live in NYC.  However, I’ve been looking through our old chat logs and e-mails, and I can’t help but laugh and smile when I read through our conversations and relive the hilarious experiences we had during our last year of college. Those were really good times, and as usual, I walk away from the e-mails feeling regret and remorse for the way things ended. I wish I could talk to her still like any other friend, but I know that is impossible. And when I read the e-mails we exchanged after that night, all I can do is grimace sometimes because they were so awkward and so… hurtful. The way she hid herself away and denied everything and tried to pretend like nothing had happened — it was all just so hurtful and unnecessary.  I wish none of it had happened, but at the same time, I wish it hadn’t ended. I wanted to explore more, and I wanted to explore with a friend, someone I trusted. But it ended, and for what?  Nothing.

If I could have one more chance to experiment with someone with as much chemistry as Vicky and I had, it would be so fulfilling and it would help me tie up the emotional loose ends. I want that.

She said, “You’re a masochist for falling for me.”