She broached the subject of us getting invo lved, 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. Right there, in front of all those people. But no one seemed to mind. And Trish and I drove back to her apartment.