New Year’s ever 2004; the countdown to ’05. I had a lot of fun last night. a lot of fun.

I went out with PJ and some people from work. Dalia and her friend Sandra (not to be mistaken with Saundra), Michelle, Mimi and some of her friends all went out to go bowling.

We started around 9pm or so. We were at some bowling alley on Pico, just before Main St. somewhere.

I had a good time. It started out slow, as in what the hell am I doing here slow, but quickly it turned into a great time.

I had a good time mostly because of one particular person. This person is Sandra, not to be mistaken for Saundra. She’s a lesbian, and a flirty one at that. I forgot how we started talking. Maybe it was when the girls, i.e. Michelle, Dalia, and Sandra, started to distribute party favors and started to pass out hats and tiaras. For some reason, they started to put one of these hats on me, and I was like no, and would take it off. Or maybe it was me messing with Sandra and started to call her Saundra. Then she would call me asshole and flip me off. So the Saundra joke went on for most of the night.

That’s how things started. Just something simple like that. We started bowling and we were off on the first frame. Sandra bowled a 6 and I bowled a 8 and she was having trouble counting, so I just made fun of her, so on and so forth. We got along grand. Talking, joking, and swearing. It was a fun night.

The joke with Mimi, went on. “How do you dare talk to my husband” and what not, but she kept her distance and let us be.

Sandra asked me to go smoking with her, I don’t smoke, but she asked me to go out anyway. I had to bowl, but I told her I’ll meet her outside when I’m finished. And I did. I went out and we just talked. Forget what we first talked about, but eventually it evolved to me asking her what she does. She works for a real estate broker. I’m not sure what a real estate broker does exactly, but she does that. Then it evolved to why she was upset at one of Mimi’s friends, Eric.

Apparently, they were talking at the bar, getting to know each other, they work in the same industry, blah blah blah, and eventually Eric said that he was going to take off her hat. She wasn’t down with that, but Eric did it anyway. So, she told me about why it bother her. If they were old buddies, that would be fine, but they are not. They just met that night. She’s no bullshit, like her 82 year old dad is.

Well, she has four sisters and three brothers or something. Her father is married three times. He got around. But anyway, I spent some time with her, just talking. Apparently she’s part Asian. Which explain why she looks so exotic, not just Mexican. Then she told me that she was depressed.

I don’t know when, but she broke up with her girlfriend of three years and New Year’s is supposed to be a time they were going to spend together. Her girlfriend didn’t show up. So she’s depressed. She told me about her. Her girlfriend worked hard and got places. Now she’s a deputy. But, the thing is that her girlfriend would always put her down, but yet, she loved her. I find that strange. Yet, she still loved her. Like she said, what they had is “complicated.” Aren’t all meaningful relationships “complicated”?

Anywho, the night progressed, and she drank more and more. She was drunk, hence the rest of the evening. I could tell she’s a wild child; a girl who just likes to have fun, and given her relationship situation, a girl who just wants the attention.

So, we would just talk about anything, and she would sit close to me and touch me, putting her leg up on my leg, and just saying stuff. She asked if I had a sister. She wanted to know because she thinks that I’m cool and would think that my sister would be cool, and she would be hitting that. Unfortunately, I don’t have a sister. Again, the night progressed and I would laugh at her skills in bowling and she would get upset at me for laughing at her. More “assholes” and birds were targeted at me, but it was great. It was fun.

She later would just sit on my lap and sometimes a little higher, right above my penis. She was drunk. Go figure. What killed me the most was after she bowled once, she told me, “too bad you aren’t a girl.” I asked why, is it because you want to kick my ass? She said, “No, because I would totally kiss you right now.” She said I was cute, always putting her tiara on my head, because it would bring her good luck or because I look cute. She’s killing me, she’s killing me.

One time, she would be sitting on my pelvis and said, “Don’t get a hard on.” I was like “Okay, just don’t move around.” And guess what she did? She moved around. She even said she felt it. There was too much alcohol in my system to get it up, but, wow.

PJ told me to hit that, but I was like, she doesn’t swing that way. He brought up Dalia, and said that she didn’t swing that way either. Did I say that Sandra is 27, an “old hag” in her words. But Sandra most definitely doesn’t swing that way.

Well, the funny thing is that I’ve met Sandra before and I know that she’s a lesbian. What is it with me and lesbians? I met her at the holiday party. Again, it was bowling. I didn’t talk to her then, but I think when we were all at the hotel, she said my name, but for some reason, another person was asking me something at that time and I didn’t pay attention to her.

There was another time when she was sitting on my pelvis and I was just letting her and just waiting for her to get off (not pun intended) of me to go bowl or if I was waiting my turn to go bowl, she turned around and looked at me and came in like she wanted to say something to me, but then she decided not to. I sat up to get closer to her ear and asked what’s up? She said I shouldn’t be getting any ideas. And I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. I’m just letting things be. Then good ol’ Michelle told her I was a virgin and I looked at Michelle and said, “Great. Thanks.” Sandra said, “I don’t know what to say about that.” I was, “Me neither.” I then put my head down on her back.

Well, again, throughout the night, she would bug me when I’m bowling. She would get in my way or run along with me down the lanes. She would bug me. When waiting for the ball, I would sit on the rail of the ball return and she would sit on my lap. It was nice. On the way back, she would try to get me to dance, and I would just put my arms around her and push her back into the seats.

She’s a flirt. What can I say? I love flirting. If someone flirts back with me, then I’ll flirt back with them. I love the game. She’s drunk, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of that. I actually grabbed her breast by accident. I tried to put my arms around her after she was bugging me on the lanes. She’s short, so I thought I got her stomach, but I was a little too high. After realizing I was cupping her, I just let my hand go. Bad. She was such a tease too, just wanting to get my attention.

One time she was like it’s getting hot and asked me if I wanted her to take off her shirt. I was like no. She just wanted me to say yes, she just wanted to know that I was checking her out. She’s a flirt, and a good one at that. But, she’s a lesbian.

PJ find her strange. On the way home, he would say that Sandra is strange. She is proud to be a lesbian. She makes it known. She didn’t like the fact at first that Dalia is seeing PJ, but she got over it. She’s a lesbian, but according to PJ, she flirts with a lot with guys. I could see.

She would go and sit on PJ’s lap sometimes and even Bruce’s lap. But she was on mine the most. Again, I was the only available person there of either gender. So, I was the fortunate one.

She would joke with me that I would be the one she would be kissing on New Year’s. It didn’t happen. When time came, it was a sweet hug and I think I kissed her on the cheek. I hope she didn’t take it wrong. It was sweet.

So that was the night. A fun night. A night I probably will not forget in a long time. It was the best New Year’s for me to date.

Things with Sandra will be just that. It was just a night out having fun. I’m not making it out more than what it really is. I’m not making it bigger than what it really is. I shouldn’t. She’s depressed about being broken up with her girlfriend, she was drunk, and she wanted the attention. I was there to give it to her.

I’m really not the type of guy that turns lesbians. I really am not. I’m just going to let it be what it was, just a simple night out together. Just a simple night of having fun.