tagLesbian SexI'm Not Like That!  I'm Not Like That!   Thanks
again to jacuzzigirl, whose editing made this a better story.  I
had three choices. I could go home and drown my sorrows in a
carton of Ben and Jerry's. I could order something to eat. Or I
could get my wine glass refilled - for starters.  I motioned to
the bartender, and decided not to decide right this minute.  I
was looking good. I should have been, after the effort I'd made
getting ready for this date. The dress was new, and pretty
darned hot, frankly. The shoes were new. I had a pleasant tingle
of anticipation. Then the jerk from the online dating service
showed up. Thank goodness I figured out that it was him -- a
good 10 years older than he had claimed and wearing a suit that
looked like it dated from the seventies -- before he reached me
and asked if I was Beth.  "Beth? No, sorry, you have the wrong
girl."  "You're not Beth? But the dress..."  Damn, I had told
him what I would be wearing. "Sorry. I would know, don't you
think?"  He moved do