I saw a very cute girl the other day. And while I am not generally attracted to women, I have to admit that something about this one turned my head. She was not very tall, but had a pretty face- very very short hair that led me to believe that she was a lesbian.

I guess my lesbian fantasies always involved these gorgeous lipstick lesbians who I see in movies who are just perfect in every way and only fuck women who basically look like them. I never thought I would be attracted to one who was a little more masculine, but not in a butch kind of way. She had a nice smile and she had very nice skin. She had a tattoo on her inner arm at the wrist so I displayed interest in it so I could touch her skin. It said “Sexy” on it. She laughed and said that it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I ran my fingers over the tattoo, feeling her skin for a second, practically holding her hand. She smiled at me and showed me the other arm. This one was a design and I ran my thumb over the heart, noticing that the ribbon wrapped around it once had a name that was now darkened out. Who was the name? An old lover? I couldn’t read it. My thumb traced the ribbon and then I held her other wrist in my other hand. She said it was ‘an ex’. I found myself staring at her. Feeling a little uncomfortable, but yet still wanting. Wanting to touch her and talk to her. She talked about when she got her tatoos and how many more she had- and I started at her mouth. She had soft appearing lips. Her voice was a little deeper, like mine. She was not uncomfortable with me holding her wrists. She was so friendly and inviting. So…. sexy.

I really did not take the time to look at her body other than the curve of her neck where she showed me one more tatoo at the back of her collar bone. It was a mardi gras mask/ butterfly. It was beautiful, her newest she said, she got it in New Orleans a few years back. I did not even get her name. But I know the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The smooth touch of her skin. The faint smell of lavendar. I was simply attracted to her face, her smile, her voice. She stirred something inside me. I can’t get her out of my head.

Did she notice my attraction? Was she uncomfortable by my gaze? I’m not even sure where to find her again, but I think I will keep looking.