Matt & I were talking today about going to dinner tomorrow. He suggested lesbian tacos and that if I would just go and be nice I would find it is fine. Which it is, really. The thing is, it isn't so much that I'm prickly towards lesbians. I'm prickly in any group situation where I have to make small talk. I give off little waves of stress any time I'm surrounded by people I'm going to have to be friendly with. Now in some scenarios, like the coffee shops we frequent or many of the restaurants we go to, I'm fine because it is pretty rare that either of us know anyone there. However, in the bar, he knows everybody. Coworkerfriend has told me on 3 separate occassions that one of the cult of the virgins has said to her "Joanne doesn't like me, does she?" No. You're a stranger. I don't like you. Eventually I might. Hard to say though, since I don't like some of the oddest people.
Oh, and I'm vaguely sorry I had to add that word thing for commenting, but I'm sick of spam comments. 2 in the span of an hour showed me the way. Well, technically Poppy Cedes showed me the way, the 2 in the span of an hour encouraged the way.