You get a few drinks in an already talkative girl, and you are bound to have an interesting conversation. Penny is a small, five-three thing of a crow-black haired girl. She read the site, and decided that she had to go drink-for-drink with me. I’ve had girls who have never been on dates, blogger chicks, reporters from papers, all email me but they have to really impress me to get a reply. Well, that or I have to be mildly bored. And I was particularly bored and buzzed when Penny arrived in my inbox.
She mentioned how she loved my writing, and was working on a few of her own, and thought I would appreciate that a girl in the Village was reading my writing and getting drunk. I gave her my screen name. She begged and pleaded to tell me more about myself. She had to know about this mystery man she killed the day away reading. She kept guessing where in the city I lived, based on the blog entries, and I told her that if she stopped guessing, I’d hang out with her if she wasn’t busy.
We met at a Village bar I affectionately refer to as, “the pirate bar”. She was clearly drunker than me. I think she aimed to impress the Travis Dillinger. And I told her that she was cuter than her picture, an occurrence that is very rarely true. After a few T&Ts in the back booth she apologized for being in a bad mood, something she didn’t remotely seem in, thanks to the drinks. I asked her why, and she me it was stupid. Clearly, this only piqued my curiosity. That’s when she told me.
She was upset because her period was conforming to that of her roommates. She said this with the straightest of faces. Now, as much as turn on period talk is, especially on a first date, I was intrigued.
So you’re upset because your period isn’t the alpha period?
She laughed at it, and then I laughed. This resulted in a long stream of jokes that were based on her being her roommate’s bitch. I mean, I suppose deep seated insecurities about being taken advantage of and being the subservient one in a relationship can show themselves in the most carnal of ways, but I was just fascinated by her displeasure over this.
She talked about being rushed into moving and this and that, and I gave her a sympathetic ear, and another round of gin, while she let her heart out. We left and split a cigarette, because she doesn’t really smoke anymore, then we shared a cab, and then a really platonic kiss. She kissed me, but I wasn’t ready to make her my alpha or my omega anything.
Ah I know all about conforming to other people’s periods and I can totally relate to your new friend being upset about it!! It’s bad enough to have your period, but it sucks to have to share the sympathy with someone else!