I haven't given away too many details of my trysts, yet. Mostly because there have only been a few, honestly. I'm not one of those "all talk, no show" girls. But I'm not the town pump, either. So, in future posts, I'll spill some details of where I fall in the spectrum. But tonight, I want to talk about my girlfriend. I decided to call her Isabel. Which she said she likes.
Frankly, I have always thought women are beautiful. I remember being in third grade at my neighbors house with my brother and several of his friends looking through the pages of Playboy. I knew it was naughty. But I had never seen a beautiful, naked woman before. I was as intrigued as the boys were. I couldn't take my eyes off of the pages.
The emotions sparked by the girlie-magazines were quite different than when I experienced my first orgasm. I just confessed this to Jake last week. It wasn't while looking at naked women. It was in the movie theatre watching Tom Cruise in Risky Business.
I've always been a girl's girl. Love shopping. Haircare. Nailpolish. Fashion. Gossip. But have I ever closed my eyes and fantasized about being with a woman? No.
Here's my revelation. The thought that rocked my own world. It's a thread that I'm weaving not only through my blog, but in my own life. Sexy doesn't have a gender. It's about so many things that are both tangible and intangible. Chemistry, personality, sense of humor, skin, being comfortable in your skin and looking good in your skin. Essentials.
The night I met Isabel, I found all of these essentials wrapped up in one beautiful person. Inside & out. I met her at a lifestyle party. Immediately I was drawn to her. She radiated an energy of passion, warmth and sensuality. I wanted to get crazy with her. She has that Carrie Bradshaw quality every girl looks for in a best friend. Gorgeous, silly, confident.
Nothing materialized at the party. We didn't even exchange phone numbers until I ran into her almost a year later. When our paths crossed again, we immediately made a date.....