So...I've been thinking recently, for a sexual preference I supposedly identify with, it's kinda weird that I have zero lesbian contacts in my cell phone. They don't have to be people that I would potentially have a relationship with--platonic friends would be fine, I'd just like to have an existing social network.
Stopped in at the LGBT community center, nothing going on (well, I could go to a talk for people with AIDS, but having never had sex I was skeptical as to the value there). So, resigned, I figured "guess it's got to be a bar" (remember, I don't drink). I had tried a bar the previous night, but it was mixed company and super cliquey, so I left. Got a tipoff to try the Lexington, small bar, not much activity, but...OMG PUPPIES. So...I played with other people's dogs for a good hour. Then they left. I slid myself into another conversation, where I was my typical quiet self (especially in an environment I'm not used to) but they seemed to like me, and the last one out hung back and gave me a tipoff about an event happening at 10pm that typically attracts about 200 dykes. Now, 10 pm is my normal bedtime, but I still hadn't achieved my goal of at least having some kind of network, or someone's cell phone number. So I went to that too; the very first song that the DJ played when testing her setup was La Roux, which makes me happy as La Roux is pretty much my favourite artist right now. Being on my own was also awkward, as lesbians usually move in pairs at least. Unfortunately, I didn't bring earplugs, so the dance floor was too loud for me, and I spent most of my time on the balcony. This worked out in some ways as conversations more feasible, and I eventually got dragged into a conversation with a group of four who had been eating mushrooms all day (I couldn't tell, though they assure me they were seeing colours). I also said hi briefly to the people who gave me the tipoff.
Anyhow, they all left before the show ended, and as the lights came on I struck up a conversation with an Ausie who...reminded me of Grefter in a lot of ways, except smaller and more butch (5'0" tall, super short hair with a lumberjack shirt). She was not used to things ending at 2am (in Australia they go till 6am), and I had still not achieved my goal of "do I have any friends in my cell phone" so we went in search of the one single bar in San Francisco open later than 2am. We found it, but there was a huge line; got in line anyway, figuring we might as well chat while we waited. Then we found out the cover was $20, which neither of us wanted to pay, so we headed back to her hostile, which was right near the bus I needed to take. We split about 3:20 am, I was in bed by...4:50 am. I do have her email, though, which probably won't be that useful as she's leaving for Toronto very soon, but hey, it's contact information!
Pretty tired today, though >_>
