TARFU-Maureen

It has always been impossible for me to just look at a woman and suddenly be in high tail pursuit “of that” (bleep), based on just phenotype. A lot of factors come into play such as attitude, mannerisms, personality and sometimes it's the secondary personality that ruins it all.        
         
We knew each other just, in passing from the lesbian bar and the years had proven that we both came and left alone. You were tall (of course), sexy pleated khakis (probably with men's silk boxers underneath), turned up blouse collar (semi-classy, stop there). Besides that, you were mild mannered and lady like with a strong soft butch streak. To take it a step further, there was never anything bad circulating around with your name in it ie never seen you pushing up on anybody or letting anybody push up on you.          
         
You probably looked like something that most of the girls would have been fawning over but whatever. Not everyone’s eyes are acclimated that way; a dead ringer for (                    ). Additionally, when you’re matter of fact like; women have better respect for you. It's hard for me to recall approaching a woman ever, in real time.  At the same juncture, most of my pairings came through circumstances and that was my prerogative. Everybody ain't gay the same way. #wtf  
         
(Back to the story)          
         
You were too “cool” to say hi formally, so you nodded and my reply was “what’s up”; caught between a mutual acquaintance:          
         
1) I didn’t want to interrupt, since you and her were pretty tight.          
2) My mind was on the night’s pool game, so warm up was in session.          
         
You two were talking to each other about something or another for quite some time. While shooting the ball around for a bit, you worked your way up behind me. My first thought was that; it was one of my friends sneaking up on me, messing around.          
         
A head turned slightly left to reveal your shadow against my neck. You tried to play it off by offering pool tips, when everyone who knew me knew; I didn’t need no help with pool. My body parts played along and it was nice, having mostly been a lone wolf (at that particular stretch in my life).          
         
When your “friend” was tired of watching that little superficial action, she walked over to us. So Maureen, how’s your girlfriend doing? My surprise turned around to look at you look a bald head stepchild (I thought we were all going to box that night), you turned around to look at her; livid. Your reply was “for your information, we broke the fuck up and she moved out.”          
         
Things were just never the same after that; chances are they just never really were. You just never know about people; either of them. Of course, having to see each other every weekend afterwards probably didn't help and neither did being young and tender. That shit played on my heart for a long time.          
         
#cautionary tale #women #lesbian