A Storm and a Pledge

Such a beautiful storm is raging around my little tree house right now. It’s like a monsoon, with a constant stream of water pouring down the windows and the wind beating the branches of the trees against my roof. My sweet little Bella got caught in the initial downpour and slunk back into the treehouse soaked to the bone, looking for sympathy – obligingly handed out by her sucker of a mistress.

I am going to ask a girl out. I write this here in my diary for much the same reason that I rang Sloopy this morning to inform her of this fact: so that I am obliged and cannot wimp out.

Refresh your memory, if you will, about the Ingrid/Athena conundrum. Me and mah girls go to play pool every Friday, just to catch up and hang out and plan the rest of our weekends. But neither Ingrid nor Athena attend these pool evenings. Athena, for she works Friday nights and Ingrid, for she is a timid, newly emerging lesbian. Except for last night. Athena had a throat infection and so was off work – but felt plenty up to pool and beer. It was all very nice and made me happy. Then after an hour or so of pool playing, who should turn up outta the blue but Ingrid. I had to do a double take, for I have only properly met her once previously, having wimped out of the coffee plan, but there she was. More gorgeous than ever.

So there I was with Ingrid on one side of me and Athena on the other. And, I swear to the Goddess, they were both absolutely flirting with me. Oh wow. There was a minute or two there where they were each, utterly casually as if by accident (but the sort of accident that only happens after several beers when you’re standing near someone you fancy), brushing their hands up against my thigh. Mare spotted me across the pool table and raised her eyebrows at me. I just gulped and kept drinking my beer, feeling half like some pimp-daddy with women hanging off either arm, and half utterly terrified!

The only solution seemed to be to keep drinking. Which I did with gusto. I had a surprisingly excellent time with Ingrid – once she figured out that we lesbians weren’t going to eat her alive or any such thing, she relaxed a whole lot. She’s crazy, it’s so fun. It’s easy to talk absolute shit with her. The dumb things you usually only think and wouldn’t dare say aloud, you can say to her and she wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

Athena, meanwhile… She’s so different to Ingrid. Much more serious, but wonderfully weird in her own way. Whereas the craziness can come out with Ingrid, with Athena I felt like I could tell her my secrets and that we could have deep conversations about spirituality.

So which woman am I pledging to ask out? We decided to progress, after drinking most of the beer in the pool hall, to a dance club. We lost Ingrid along the way for she had no shoes and was barred from the club. Bernie chased after her, and I smiled as I turned and looked at Athena. She has this amazing crazy ringletted red hair, and I knew right then as I looked at her that I’d one day know how it felt under my hands.

I am terrified now. If you’ve been reading my diary for a while, you’ll know that I suck unbelievably at taking things to the next level with women. So send me, please, good mojo vibes, and pray for me that I haven’t totally been misreading Athena’s signals!