Ladies, I had the most fabulous night I've had here ever. I met the butch. Not only did I meet the butch, I met TWO butches, and saw another butch I've always liked, who has a girlfriend, and was there that night. The only thing that could go wrong is that butch #3 (who happens to be really hot) probably told butch #1 (the motorcycle one who wants to be a cop) that I hooked up with her roommate for about a week. It was December! Survival Sex!. Cock Porn! A nightmare. The bartender at the restaurant where they worked called us trouble, looking at me. I mouthed off at him. I hope that doesn't make me lose points, either. Because if Butch #1 doesn’t call me (I gave her my number at the end of the night, and oh! she gave me a quick kiss!), I WILL go back there on my own and seek her out, bring her a flower, ask her to go rollerskating. That's not manipulative. It's desperate and forward. To stop me, she'll have to tell me. The night began with, of all things, shabbat dinner. Well, even before that, I went to my final class of the week, translation, and met a bunch of the international students. There are a few absolutely drop dead gorgeous women writers and translators, from New Zealand and Ireland, Burma, Japan, Chile, and quite a few ugly men who wanted to meet the women, well there was one german guy who wanted me to translate his poetry. we don't have to know the language to do it, but since he's translated some famous contemporary poets work into german, I figured I'd just hook him up with g, who also translates and speaks it. Then Shabbat services and dinner. I am always amazed when I remember the words, the hebrew. L works the social scene and she is the yenta in all this. I met a 17 yr old Jewish gay boy poet, an advanced undergrad. I didn't know how old he was and invited him to go out with us after, but L was like, he's underage. Fooled me. I felt like a bad girl. A Hungarian guy came, covered with freckles, and quite sweet really. And it was M and L and me. I rode my bike back and the met them outside and we went off to the bar so L could do her trick. Butch #1. Cute, very sweet face, early 30s. Built. Looked great in a t-shirt. And I'm not being desperate. She seems smart and normal but not so normal she's boring. She seemed wary of me. Her recent ex is also apparently jewish and from brklyn, maybe bi. When L told her I wanted to meet her, and who I was, she groaned. But later she told L I was sweet. Before I got too drunk, I wrote my name & number on a piece of paper, and held it in my hand the whole time, waiting for the right moment to give it to her. I think we both felt like we were on stage, and took our time, watching surrepticiously to see if the other was looking, checking one another out. I was having too good of a time to push it further. We were both good and I think, secretly happy. Butch #2. G brought her in to meet me in the middle of this. They were on a date to see m. cho. G is straight but so passive aggressive and not up front. Did not flinch when butch #2 called her with blueberries and wine and 2 free tix. but called me for help. First I was like, G, why the hell did you not tell me you KNOW her? I told her to tell Butch #2 that I've been looking for a butch, that I'm a flexible femme. G told her I like patti smith. Butch #2 is an alcholic, older, notorious. She's the one I nearly fell out of my car and chased down the street when I saw her. salty, crusty, used to be a cheerleader, has probably been with every depressed waify angsty sexuality-questioning female half her age. very dirty sexy. has whiskers. lonely, going through a purging period. she needs serious help. i'll give her eileen, perhaps let her watch a movie on my vcr. turns out we're neighbors. if anything, having her next to me helped make butch #1 and #3 be jealous. so as I said, butch #3 is a v hot sculptor and masseuse with a truck and a beautiful apt. the last i knew, she had a gfriend, probably still does. she. is. hot. i mean a body you can't forget. but whatever. she's the one who made my seeing the dyke last december even more awful and darkly hilarious. oh - realize when i abbreviate names, now, there are more than one persons who share the letter G, L, J, B, E, etc...I hope I am being clear. Should I use nicknames? butch #1 has potential. when i heard cop i thought mullet. no. she seems healthy, short close cropped hair, and i saw how she lit her straight girl friends' cigarettes, how she chewed gum and didn't smoke, how when L wanted to dance she said she'd dance with her, and we ended up going to the gay dance club, got in free, and it was loud and our eyes had to adjust to seeing in flashing glowing electric, and I immediately lost everyone and a guy tried to buy me drinks. Eventually I found L, and then saw the butch, and followed, and when I tapped her on the shoulder and breathed near her ear, she seemed to turn a little pink, and turned and surprised me with a kiss. I said call any time, more than once. On my way out I wanted to tell her call any time means call tonight! Ah well. At some point between restaurant and bars and dance clubs, we stopped by a poet party, total meat market. Not much to say about that except the first person I saw on the patio was the straight butch, who as you know, I adore. she'd be an amazing friend. if only she wasn't in love with hanging out with the asshole guy fiction writers. there's time. there's plenty of time. madge brit? publicity. not missing much on tv