Watching the two of us slip out from the middle of the dance floor, Stacie quickly followed, the girl she was dancing with being left behind.
“What about that girl?” I asked her as she sat between Hannah and me.
“She was cute, but it was never going to work out. She said she was ‘experimenting’.” I felt sorry for Stacie. Liking girls was really hard for her because most of the girls she met were suffering from internalized homophobia, incapable of accepting their identity while making her question hers. She had vowed never to be an experiment to anyone. It scared her. “Besides, I already have two girlfriends who looked like they needed a little bit of me.” Always coming out positive, this girl.
Two beer mugs were put in front of us both. Having my alcohol police provide me with alcoho
