She came and picked me up in her car, which my side had to be opened from the inside. I only told my parents that I was going out with a friend for tea. I expect them to assume that I'm screwing around, eventhough I'm not, especially since I live at home. If they try to catch me doing some sort of teenaged shenanigans, then I'll have the last laugh. Really, I don't tell them much, so of course they'll fill in the blanks and go parental on me.

Anyway, we went to Starbucks inside Chapters and I had a Caramel Apple Cider without the whipped cream, she ordered what she ordered and we sat at a table in the corner, which had a cool looking mirror art piece. It was more of a getting-to-know-you sort of gathering, but nothing that would lead anywhere. She goes for a more femme sort of girl, while I love the androgynous types. It was pretty mellow.

Someday, I'll have a wonderful connection with someone, and I want to savour what that feels like. I use to have stupid feeling like that when I was an idiot of 15, thinking I knew what love was. I hadn't a clue then, and I haven't a clue now. I'm forever clueless.

When she drove me home, we were in the midst of talking about theatre, which lead to a puppet show I did in Sept.11/01, which led to talking about that horribly eventful day-of-all-days. It's still unbelieveable 'til this day. I didn't know what to do to end the night, so I stuck out my hand and shook hers, and she looked at it funny. I'm not sure what that meant, but it wasn't a bad evening overall. She always made a note of pointing out that she's butch, then asked what type of woman I went for. Although I've seen some attractive butches and femmes, I love the androgynous ones. Maybe she'll fix me up with one!

I stepped in the door and my mom said, "That was fast". I wonder what she thought I was doing outside the confines of the house? I haven't done much to give my parents reason to think that I'm breaking the law or something seedy, in their minds.