Guess what I picked up today? Renee started.
A date with that woman youve been fantasizing about since you saw her two months ago. Brooke guessed. She thought she had recognized that delight in Renee's voice as having just secured an evenings date with a coveted stranger.
No, better. Renee teased Brooke with her response.
Brooke stopped to look at her friend's eyes for a quick reading on the seriousness of this visit. Renee's voice had the play tone to it, but this wasnt like their usual conversations about dating. Brooke became more interested. No date? But you have that look, Rinkie, she called her, resorting to the name they used when in the family mode. What's up? What's in your hand? Brooke started to take the paper in Renees hand, but Renee pulled slightly back, wanting to control the tempo.
Well, it's not a date, yet... Renee reassured Brooke of her ability to read the tone in her friends voice and that gleam in her eyes. Brochures. Renee announced as she spread the information out on the coffee table.
Is this another Meet-A-Date phone service? I know you didnt have me turn off Space Prairie for some lame dating service, Brooke warned.
Like I put a gun to your head and told you to stay on that 'dial-a-dyke' number til three in the morning? Renee rebounded.
Ouch, okay, what is it this time? Brooke answered with a hint of a blush.
Renee opened up the colorful pictures of a large ship with women sunning themselves on the deck. The picture showed a variety of women. Some women looked young and others looked like they had the maturity to match their gray hair. All were tan and beautiful. Brooke read the headline: Escape to Paradise on the Lesbo Cruise Line.
She looked at her friend, I've seen these before. Some type of womens travel company, right? Brooke perused the flyer. Look at the insert.
Brooke read out loud. We are proud to announce, our fifth all-lesbian cruise. The South Pacific awaits you and your dreams with lazy days at sea and romantic nights under the stars. This is interesting, Renee, interesting.
Its more than interesting, you data nerd. I called the travel agent. They've received 400 reservations from women and more are coming in. This will be the greatest vacation of our lives ? 400 plus lesbians out at sea together. She threw her hands up as if she just scored a point in any game. Dont you think most of them will be in couples?
Gosh, do you have to punch holes in it so quickly, Brooke? No, I asked. So far, about thirty percent are single. Imagine, being out on the ocean, people waiting on us, entertainment, and single women... Brooke smiled at Renees limitless ability to make sexual references about almost anything. Renee kept on, Besides, if its anything like couples at the bar, most of them will be single by the end of the trip anyway. Come on, buddy, lets do something fun. Were slowly morphing into these wholesome-polsome dykes whose lives are nothing but work, racquetball, and looking at women from afar. Even our dating is less exciting than in our old Arizona State days.
We are older, Renee. Most of our friends are in serious relationships. Its not like in our early twenties when everyone just wanted to date. Lets face it. Women our age are looking, no, desperately seeking to be in a committed relationship. Now, the first date ends with deciding whose house is more practical to move into and stopping by the rental company for a moving van. Everyone is looking.
Arent you? Renee settled back into her chair.
Im looking, yes. Im looking, looking for...
Yes, for what? What would make the incredibly beautiful and intelligent Brooke Kent happy? Please, the world is excitedly awaiting an answer to the million dollar question.
Im looking for someone who makes me want to stop looking.
Oh, the perfect woman. Renee rolled her eyes again. That will ensure you never find her.
Brooke leaned forward in her chair. No, not perfect, just someone who makes me smile at the mere thought of her. A woman who has me searching for her in a crowded room by the smell of her perfume in the air. A woman who makes me think twice about what I wear days before I see her. Im talking about someone who gives me that glow of excitement that lasts long after the sex. Ill know her when I see her for the first time. Ill look into her eyes, the kind you make wishes on, and it will feel like Im looking at an old friend. Someone Ive known through the ages, loved as long, and will continue to love into eternity.
Sounds like lust to me. Not someone you want to do the monogamy dance with. Renee giggled at her friend.
No, Renee. When I look in her eyes, Im not thinking about what it would be like to have our bodies naked next to each other like the image you approach most women with
What is it then? You want to wake up with her? Come home each day to her, and raise kids with her? What?
Im thinking about what it would be like to hold her hand. Thats how Ill know that Ive found my mate for life.
Gosh, Brooke! Are you reading romance novels during your lunch break or what?
Brooke flipped her off as only a best friend could. Renee, you asked. Sorry if I want to move forward, if Im not stuck in some bar-hopping youth.
Thats right, Renee retorted. I am stuck there and damn proud of it. I miss our midday meetings at that deli by campus where we would solve the worlds problems while checking out the womens swim team walking over to the aquatic center. We had life then. What happened to all that energy, that passion? We were ready to battle the institutionalized oppression of women during the day, dance at night, and have wonderfully intimate sex without settling into a lifetime of compromise and diminishing physical love. You bet I miss those days. Renee locked herself into her position by crossing her arms.
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