First Foray Into Dating Butches
So, I wound up going on my first date with a butch a couple of weeks ago.
Backstory: I met an older butch (who will henceforth be referred to as OB) at a club a few weeks ago. We both seemed to notice each other, and, long story short, she gave me her number before leaving with a friend. I was both very caught off guard and flattered; I’ve always been under the impression that there’s a lot more butch-on-butch homophobia within the older lesbian community. Anyways, we wound up texting back and forth, and I was upfront with her about my recent breakup and consequential lack of readiness for anything serious.
So, she wound up asking me to dinner, and I said yes. I’m so glad I did, because I had a really great time with her. I did realize that I didn’t feel romantically compatible with someone that much older than me, but we still had a really nice dinner. She’s hilarious and down to earth and just very, very fun to be around. I really enjoy her company, and I think we’re going to be good friends for some time to come.
I must say, that date was remarkably validating in terms of solidifying my attraction to butches. Sometimes I forget how much little gender play or power play things can affect me. I found it really hot that she was taking me out– paying for dinner and all that. As someone who has really only dated femmes before, this was a new experience for me. And even though the romantic compatibility factor wasn’t there, the dynamics of that date were hot. Like, I-couldn’t-stop-thinking-about-it-for-days hot.
All I could think of afterwards is “Shit, how could it have possibly taken me this long to figure out that this is what I’m into?”