She broached the subject of us getting involved, but I wasn't yet interested and we remained good friends. Months went by, and I developed great affection for this beautiful woman. I began to view her as more and more attractive, until I realized that yes, I did want more than a friendship. One night, we went to a women's bar in Springfield, Massachusetts, with our friend Tim. I had never been to one before, but apparently men were allowed if escorted by a woman.
Lesbians have male friends, too.
It was fun, and I again used alcohol as a psychological crutch. Slightly buzzed, I made my way to the parking lot behind my good friends. I embraced and she kissed me sweetly. Right there, in front of all those people. But no one seemed to mind.