Dating A Man As A Lesbian Woman

Juliet

The story begins my seventh grade year. I came to my school a week and a half after classes started because I was transferring from another school. Just as I started to settle into a routine at my new, very different, school, something changed my life forever. I don't quite remember exactly when she came, but I know I was drawn to her the second I saw her. I walked into school, and through the windows I could see a new student sitting in the front office. I don't believe in love at first sight, but if I did, I'd say this was it. As soon as I saw her, I was drawn to her for some reason and wanted to talk to her.

I continued to my classroom as usual, ready for another painfully mundane day, when she walked in, the girl from the office. Her name was Juliet. I was nice to her all day, even sitting with her at lunch, because I didn't want her to feel alone at the new school. I continued to sit with her at lunch, and we quickly became inseparable. A few weeks into our friendship, she called me her best friend, and I never questioned it for a second. We constantly talked in class, and at lunchtime, she would get two brownies from the cafeteria line. She would trade me one brownie for half of my Golden Grahams cereal bar. We laughed until we couldn't breathe. She told me things about her family she wouldn't dare tell anyone else. I knew her like no one else did, and I still feel like no one will ever understand her the way I did. Although, I'm sure there are plenty of other people who feel the exact same way about her.

We had chorus together, so we always walked there side-by-side. One day, on the way to our chorus class. I told her I liked girls. She basically told me she could not give less of a shit, but she didn't like girls.

She had one of those personalities that made everyone love her, but I was lucky enough to be the one she loved back. She didn't have a phone, so she memorized my phone number, the only one she knew besides her mother's, and called me for a few precious minutes whenever she could convince her grandfather to let her use his cell phone. On December 23rd during the Christmas break of my eighth grade year, she called me. I was at my grandmother's house, but I immediately rushed upstairs to be able to privately talk to her. I remember every last word.

She asked me: "Are you alone?"

I said, "Well, I'm at my grandma's house, but I'm in a room by myself."

"So no one can hear us?"
"No, no one can hear us."

"Okay, good," she took a deep breath, "Will you go out with me?"

I don't think I have ever been more in shock in my life. My heart skipped what felt like several beats, and for a moment, I forgot to respond. Finally, I was able to spit out the words, "Yes! Of course!" I smiled harder than I ever have in my life.

Then, in the most adorably inquisitive tone, she asked, "Are you sure? Because you kind of paused, it's okay if-"

"Juliet! Of course I want to go out with you! I was just surprised! I thought you didn't like girls."

"Well, I do. I just didn't want to say so because I didn't want you to know I had a crush on you."

I was beaming, "I am smiling so hard right now, oh my gosh."

"Aw, me too. Well, I'm sorry this is so short. I can only have the phone for a few minutes, but I HAD to ask you! Bye!"

"It's okay! My family is downstairs, anyway. Bye!"

After we hung up, I almost cried with happiness. The thought, "I love her," crossed my mind, but I pushed it back because despite having known each other for over a year, we had only just started dating literally two minutes ago. I went downstairs to rejoin my family, but I could not have been farther away. I could not stop thinking about her. The words, "my girlfriend" kept ringing around my mind, and I don't think I stopped smiling for a solid week. I had an account on a social media app that allowed you to be as anonymous as you want (at the time I am writing this, the app, Vent, is still up and running. It helped me a lot, and I even met a couple of friends through it.), and I posted several updates in a row with the "happy" emotion selected just talking about how amazing she is. I was so proud to be able to call her mine, referring to her as "my girl" in all my future posts about her.