I am a romantic - I love to
read "how we met" stories and hear
the tales of true love that trickle
down through the webs of
communication. I am also a
lesbian, so one would logically
conclude that I love lesbian love
stories - but one would illogically
be wrong. It seems to me that every
story I read or hear about that
involves a same-sex couple falling
in love is about "the first girlfriend"
and all those mixed up feelings of
confusion and shame for their
attraction to someone of *gasp* the
same sex. Those are all fine every
now and then, but I really can't
relate to them at all, I came out
before I had my first girlfriend, but
more importantly I feel that there
are more stories that aren't about
the person that helped you delve
into your sexuality, but rather the
person that you wanted to spend
your life with after figuring
everything out on your own. I don't
see why straight couples are the
only ones that can have a "normal"
love story. So I’ve decided to add
mine to the precious few lesbian
love stories that doesn't start with "I
had always been secretly attracted
to girls, but never thought I would
act on it". This is the story of my
girlfriend Amy and I.
It was her eyes that first caught my
attention - crossed, almost a deep
green, with blue eye shadow over
them, the sole object in her picture
on planetout. My friend Katherine
had forced me to create a profile on
the dating site a couple weeks after
a heart-wrenching breakup. I
basically had given up and only
really visited the site to read the
comics such as "dykes to look out
for" and couple of guys", but I
decided to search the personals
one more time and I noticed
something I hadn't before - those
eyes. I basically fell then, I should
have known it would have been big
just from the eyes. They seemed
fun loving, but understanding and
