GETTING HER NUMBER – A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

by Jungle Jane

Darling Bliss Warriors, Our featured guest blogger, Jungle Jane, returns, sharing the true story of a baby bi-girl’s search for the perfect girl. Enjoy! XOXOXOXO BW

My favorite coffee/wine bar has the cutest barista named Violet. I’ve been several times and she’s always my server.

One night I visited the shop with three of my guy friends and, like always, Violet was our barista. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, black and white striped Alice in Wonderland socks, low-top black Chucks, librarian glasses, and a tight Led Zeppelin t-shirt that clung to her all natural, perfectly large breasts. Goodness, she was charming, vintage, and such fine service.

Our table of boys was slobbering and so was I. “Should I get her number,” I asked David.

“What are you my agent?” he snapped at me.

“Not for you, for me!” That was how I came out to my friend.

He looked at me with bug eyes and a surprised smile. “No, really? You wouldn’t, you couldn’t…”

“Watch me,” I said.

Violet came back to our table and I ordered a hot toddy, looking right into her eyes. The boys stumbled over their words as they tried desperately to hit on her.

“You’re into soccer,” David found out a piece of information about Violet. They’re all soccer players and immediately tried to convince her to join their team. She sweetly declined.

She came around my side of the table to ask how I liked my drink. “It’s good, huh,” she asked with prettiest smile.

“Very,” I said.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said.

“It’s made with Black Bush liquor. How could I not,” I asked flirtatiously.

She smiled big, flashing me her pearly whites. “Exactly. How could you not,” she said with a blush.

“You should come to the party on Friday,” I said.

“Yeah! The whole soccer crew will be there,” the boys jumped in.

“I tell you what. I’ll come if she calls to invite me.” She looked at me and asked, “Can I give you my number?”

“Please do,” I said, feeling all smooth in front of the sloppy boys. She smiled as she wrote her number on her pad and ripped it off and handed it to me. We watched her walk away to continue to do an amazing job serving her customers.

The boys turned and looked at me in amazement! It was just too easy.

I did call her. She didn’t answer so I left a message. She didn’t call till the next day to apologize about whatever came up. I thought it was nice that she called to explain – she could’ve completely flaked.

I didn’t see her after that until last weekend. My man and I brought our friend from out of town to her bar. Violet saw me walking up, waved, smiled her big, beautiful grin, and said, “Hey, Jane!” What a nice way to start a night, right?

After a bottle of wine and laughing till the bar closed, I invited her back to the studio where we were taking the party. She really wanted to, but it was the end of a long shift and she was tired. We all gave it a valiant effort to change her mind – sometimes girls need to be convinced. But it didn’t work.

She called me the next day and we had a nice long conversation. She invited me to an art show with live music. Finally, she asked me about my relationship with my man. I mentioned my bisexuality and the conversation quickly ended. She told me she would call with the details of the show, but I never got the phone call. I called her just to check in, but no answer, and no return.

I could’ve read it all wrong or she could’ve been into it, but afraid of it or she may just be a flaky chick. Whatever the reason, it was slightly disappointing, but the flirting was still fun. Good practice!

Until the Next Time,
Jungle Jane

P.S. Thank you to all the lovely ladies who commented on my first blog.
It’s fun to share this journey with such a foxy audience.

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If you missed Jungle Jane’s first post, click here to read: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY.
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Cammie March 12, 2008 at 10:54 am

Oh, it reminds me of the first girl I was with. Barista memory lane. She was a barista at my local coffee shop in Long Beach’s gay ghetto. One day after filling up a suitcase full of vinatge items from my grandmother’s estate sale I put on my hottest dress and went to the cafe and sorted threw my treasures with the goal of making friends with her. She was thin, petite, pale, with a shaved red head. She was boyish and looked better in Dickies, a wife beater and Doc Martens than any girl imagineable. She asked is she could have something green out of my treasures as it was her favorite color. I found her a green candle and gave it to her. She invited me home to her place to see her mantle which was covered in a hundred candles. I called my boyfriend and told him I’d be home late as I was having my first with or favorite dyke barista. She took me to a lesbian bar and I wasnt even 21 but all the dykes at Club Broadway knew this girl and didnt care. We got tipsy. She took me home and placed my green candle on her mantle. She lit them all. By candle light I had my first time with a girl. When I woke up I in the middle of the night I was sleeping on her soft breast. I kissed her goodbye and gave her my number. I walked home smelling her pussy on my fingers. I climbed into bed with my man and told him him about my first time with that cute barista we had been checking out for months. Then he reminded me what its like to be with a man…

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Cammie March 12, 2008 at 10:55 am

Ooops, sorry for the typos. I’m supposed to be working in the library (not reading Bliss).

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jungle jane March 12, 2008 at 12:36 pm

Daymn! Thanks for the story Cammie! Sounds like you had a LOT better luck than myself. I like green stuff out of treasure chests toooo!
xoxox, jungle jane

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snarff snarff March 13, 2008 at 12:24 am

I think she was just into you and not dealing with a man too. This usually happens every time I find some girl I like. They just want me and not him.

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