TOO YOUNG FOR MONOGAMY - Tales From the Seattle Brunch
Written by Miss Bliss on August 11, 2008 – 6:58 am -“I’m in an open relationship,” says Geneva.
Eight bisexual women have come together for brunch, community and friendship on a rare sunny day in Seattle. This is my first trip to the great state of Washington, and in the last twenty-four hours I have fallen in love with Seattle’s mountains, hills, trees, and clean sparkling air. During brunch, the city woos me even more by introducing me to seven beautiful, bright and beguiling bi-women.
“You are,” asks Sadie, the blonde with perfectly painted dark eyes. “I’m jealous.”
“How is that working out for you,” asks the tall brunette, Nicole, sitting across from me.
“Well, we were monogamous the first year we dated. I think it’s important to establish a relationship first before opening it up. But we’re both in our early twenties and we knew when we first met that we were way too young to be strictly monogamous.”
“I don’t like to share,” says Sadie. “Being with a couple is one thing, but being in a couple and bringing in another? I couldn’t do it.”
“So you both date other people separately,” I ask. “Other girls I know who are in open relationships often say the funny thing about it, is the more you date other people, the more you appreciate your relationship and the less you want to date others.”
“It’s funny you mention that,” says Geneva, looking at me with her clear, bright eyes and pretty freckled skin. “My man will meet one of the guys I am dating and he’ll tell me later, ‘That guy’s not up to your level.’ He does it in a really sweet way, too. It isn’t like he’s trying to put down the guy out of jealousy, he truly wants me to be with men who respect and appreciate me.”
“I’m jealous,” says Sadie. “I want that!”
“Well, darling, anyone as cute as you are, anytime,” Geneva says with a flirtatious smile, completely in her power.
“Me, too,” says Nicole with a fetching smile.
“It isn’t easy. You have to communicate a lot for it to work. I mean, sure, I have buttons that can be pushed and I can get jealous. Like if he dates a petite blonde - everything I am not - it’s hard not to feel a little jealous. But you talk about it, work through it, and grow. So far, it’s worked for us.”
This is why I enjoy bringing bisexual women together for conversation, friendship and support. Some of the girls who came to the brunch are monogamous, others are in open relationships, and some are looking for a combination of both. Simply meeting other women who are creating successful new kinds of committed relationships helps girls to realize there are many options for love. Although some bi-women are content with traditional monogamous relationships, others are searching for something more. By taking a risk and inviting strangers to brunch, bi-women are finding each other and discovering supportive friends.
As always, after the brunch I received over 30 e-mails from Seattle girls who want to attend the next event in Seattle. If you are in Seattle, and curious about meeting other bi-girls, I encourage you to join the private, free community site the Bliss Warrior team built this year, Hotel Bliss. Seattle girls are checking in and would like to meet you. (CLICK HERE to apply for membership.)
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING ABOUT OTHER BLISS BRUNCHES:
NOT SEEKING BARBIE - Tales From the San Diego Brunch
WHY INVITING BI-GIRLS TO BRUNCH IS THE BEST
FROM TOMBOYS TO FAB FEMME GIRLS - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 1
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE A BI-GIRL FRIEND
AN ODD PLACE TO MEET A BI-GIRL
THE STRANGE FOLKS ON CRAIGSLIST
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND SHE’S PACKIN’
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
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TOMORROW ON BLISS WARRIOR: OUR GUEST BLOGGER, V., RETURNS WITH PART FOUR OF HER SERIALIZED BLOG, AND THEN THERE WERE TWO. THE TRUE STORY OF HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MAN AND THE WOMEN HE INTRODUCED HER TO.
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A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO THE MARVELOUS LACIVIOUS FOR HOSTING YET ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL BRUNCH FOR BI-GIRLS IN ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO. WE LOVE YOU, DARLING, FOR BRINGING BEAUTIFUL BI-WOMEN TOGETHER FOR FRIENDSHIP, COMMUNITY AND FLIRTATIOUS FUN!
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DATING DAPHNE – MY FIRST DATE WITH A GIRL SADO-MASOCIST
Written by Miss Bliss on July 23, 2008 – 8:02 am -Dearest Readers,
Many of you are familiar with Bliss Warrior’s fabulously naughty guest blogger, Daphne. I am pleased to present her new serialized blog series, Dating Daphne. Daphne will cover the crazy exploits of the NYC Internet Dating scene and share her adventures as she dates girls and boys, searching for that perfect connection. Enjoy, and Hotel Bliss members make sure to visit Daphne in her hotel room by CLICKING HERE.
XOXOXOXOOX
BLISS WARRIOR
DATING DAPHNE - post one
I had always wanted to date a girl but didn’t attempt to do so until my early thirties. The Internet seemed an easy and safe way to meet someone. So, I changed my search and began searching for women on the site where I previously searched for men.
The first woman I met was a beautiful half-Asian from Vegas named Xandra. She had a way with words, was smart as a whip, and we had chemistry on the Internet which seemed a good start. We exchanged a few e-mails and decided to meet at a coffee shop.
When she walked into the coffee shop, I thought she was attractive though I wasn’t blown away. It’s lucky I recognized her at all because I wouldn’t have recognized her from the one picture posted on her page. She was pretty, had a nice body and good face, but wasn’t calling attention to herself, as she had been in her pictures online. In the picture from the Internet, she had a wig on, and a lot of makeup. When we met, she had short hair and very little makeup on.
She was lovely and charming, making me feel at ease immediately. We ordered coffee and some food, and settled in for talking. We talked about everything. She had a boyfriend with whom she had an open relationship. She described her life as The Story of O. I got the feeling she thought she was better than anyone who didn’t live life as she did; meaning in a sexual state full of sado masochistic highs. She was heavily into bondage, as well. I got the distinct feeling that she felt that those who didn’t live life in a 24/7 servitude type relationship, were at a disadvantage on the path to enlightenment.
Nevertheless, I was attracted to her. She told me she grew up in the city of sin. Her job sounded boring while her life was full of intrigue.
“I like your biceps, they are very sexy,” she told me. I was melting already.
She told me that she had been seeing a married woman for sometime. “Her husband is fine with it though.” I had a hard time imagining that but I was new to all this. Xandra said that she dated women alone and sometimes she and her boyfriend dated people together. He also dated couples by himself. I was fascinated.
“What’s your experience with women, Daphne?” she asked.
“I’ve never been out with a woman,” I replied.
“Never?”
“No, I wanted to. It just never happened.” I said.
“I was with one when I was a teenager,” Xandra told me.
“I fantasized about them since before I can remember,” I told her. “It’s just that the situation never presented itself.”
We talked about her experiences for a long time. She had been with her boyfriend for a good while, and though they were in a committed relationship, she dated women, and he saw couples. Sometimes they played together. It sounded strange to me, but I didn’t care. I was smitten.
We finished our talk, she walked with me for a few minutes, and she mentioned a women’s party on Sunday nights that she thought I should go to. I thought things were going great, after all, we had just spent three hours talking. I assumed we would soon be scheduling our next date.
But she said, “Daphne, you’re just not bi enough. You’re not into women enough.”
“What?”
“You’ve never been with one. Maybe be with a couple first. See if you can handle that. But certainly you can’t handle a woman alone.” And off she walked.
When she left, I was shocked. I was sure that we would go out again. It wasn’t so much a feeling of rejection, though certainly that played into it, but more like, what the hell? I could not believe that she would play with me like that! Why did she spend three hours flirting with me, if she had no intention of seeing me again? Was I a toy? A lab experiment? I knew that the next time I went out with a woman, I would be much more assertive, and if I was attracted to her, let her know right from the start, that I was not afraid of being with her, even though I was new to dating girls.
I found out sometime later that good friends of mine that date couples went out with Xandra and her boyfriend. It was easy to figure out because when Jenya described the date and the girl, I knew immediately. “Was her name Xandra? I asked. “Yes, how did you know!” Jenya replied. “I just did.” I said. Jenya said that Xandra was into being branded and that though she was incredibly smart and beautiful, something was off. Her boyfriend seemed to be forcing her to do things she wasn’t into. Such as kissing Jenya’s boyfriend. And just as I had, Jenya got the feeling that Xandra thought she was better than others.
The other day I decided to look on the dating site and see if Xandra was still there. Indeed, she is. Beautiful as ever. She’s changed her screen name but besides that, everything else in her profile is the same. Some things never change.
XOXOXO
DAPHNE
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ENJOY DAPHNE’S DATING TALES? CHECK OUT SOME OF HER OTHER BLOGS:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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CURIOUS ABOUT BLISS WARRIOR’S OTHER GUEST BLOGGERS?
FROM GUEST BLOGGER V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO: CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, and CHAPTER THREE - “A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT”
FROM GUEST BLOGGER JUNGLE JANE:
SHE DANCED INTO MY FAIRYTALE - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST TIME - PART ONE, PART TWO
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
Written by Jungle Jane on May 8, 2008 – 10:53 am -Tall shoes, short dress, long hair, polished, and glossy.
Fresh from head to toe? No!
It can’t be the same girl with what seemed to be day old dirt
crammed under her nails and outling her cuticles.
Her legs are shaved?! I assumed wrong.
Her hair is so shiny. So unlike the dull dirty brown I saw matted to the sweat on her face.
As cute as she was there dirty with a pick in her hand, I brushed her off as not my type.
Tonight she smelled like the tropical flowers in her garden.
Not like how she smelled while planting those tropical flowers.
Thinking back, how could I have mistaken that sweaty scent for anything less than pure sex?
How could I have missed her natural radiant beauty?
Was I blinded by the sun as I stood so close to the equator?
Does she carry the equator with her between her legs?
She looks like poetry and speaks in stanzas with no rhyme.
Or at least that is how I read her.
I watched her as she walked around her new yard
with an expression on her face like she lost something
when she sees me, her expression changes, relaxes
She says ‘Hi’ to me in a relieved tone of voice.
“There you are”, I say, “I was looking for you.”
She smiles and turns her head slightly
as she slips her hair behind her ear.
A silence passed while we held eye contact.
“I forgot what I wanted,” I said
She gave me a shy smile as her cheeks blushed.
He came up from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her blushed cheek.
She introduced him to me with apologetic eyes.
I shook his hand and studied his face.
I looked at him then at her then back at him.
Trying hard to reserve judgement,
I wondered if those apologetic eyes were for me or for herself.
The girl disappeared for minute to pace around her new yard,
again like she lost something.
The boy and I sat to get to know each other on their porch
I was skeptical, hyper aware of his personal hygiene,
but holding out hope for great redeeming qualities
There had to be something special about this guy.
He had her.
I can say now that she is the special thing about the guy.
And that is about it.
When she comes to my house, she lingers.
I want her to stay and she stays.
Her eyes remind me of Venus.
I wish she didn’t have to go home.
Somewhere inside her, she wishes she didn’t have to either.
Why do women settle? I realize that I do not know the details of my girlfriend’s relationship with her man, but I can feel her sadness. I can see that the spark is there and then it isn’t when he comes around. It makes me want to hold her. I want her to see her own beauty. I want her to be appreciated. Ultimately it is none of my business so I keep my distance.
On the special occasions where we get to sit down and have girl talk over glasses of red wine and loaded bowls, I make sure she knows I’m here for her if she needs a friend. My hand is out to her and she can hold it whenever she wants.
XOXOOXOX
Jungle Jane
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING JUNGLE JANE’S EARLIER POSTS:
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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HOTEL BLISS TESTERS! WE ARE PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THE LAUNCH OF OUR NEW WEEKLY NEWSLETTER COMING OUT TOMORROW. THE HOTEL BLISS NEWSLETTER WILL FEATURE THE BEST BLOGS, NOTEWORTHY BULLETINS, HOT PICTURES, AND UPDATED FEATURES TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR YOU TO MEET THAT GIRL YOU’VE BEEN DREAMING OF AND FIND NEW FRIENDS FASTER. IF YOU DO NOT RECEIVE A NEWSLETTER BY TOMORROW NIGHT, YOU MIGHT WANT TO CHECK YOUR SPAM OR JUNK MAIL FOLDER TO SEE IF IT WAS INCORRECTLY SENT THERE.
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SHALL WE PLAY A GAME? READY FOR HOTEL BLISS’ FIRST SLUMBER PARTY GAME? IT STARTS THIS MONDAY, MAY 12TH, SO IF YOU WANT TO GET IN ON THE FUN, MAKE SURE TO E-MAIL ME THE ANSWER TO QUESTION NUMBER ONE, “WHAT IS THE NAUGHTIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE” AS SOON AS YOU CAN. WE ALREADY HAVE OVER 20 GIRLS IN ON THE GAME, SO DON’T MISS OUT ON YOUR CHANCE TO MEET NEW FRIENDS. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE ABOUT IT.
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SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?
Written by Miss Bliss on May 7, 2008 – 9:40 am -For my 33rd birthday, I decided to have a slumber party. I invited my six sexiest bi-girl friends and told them they had to come in lingerie. These friends did not know one another, but they trusted me to invite girls like them: smart, sexy, savvy bi-girls.
My man and I spent an entire week getting the apartment ready for the big fest. I covered the floor in red and purple satin cushions and balloons draped ribbons from the ceiling. Candles were everywhere and the music playlist was just right - setting the stage for a sensational event. It was the slumber party I couldn’t have imagined as a little girl, but always wished could happen as an adult.
But before the girls could come to the party, I asked them to help me plan for the main event: THE GAME.
Even when girls know each other are bi, it is tricky to feel comfortable enough to be their open, flirtatious selves until they feel they KNOW the other girls. Many bi-girls are not used to being the aggressor, so they can be shy even when they are with other open girls. With my man’s assistance, we created a game to help my friends get to know one another while ensuring the conversation did not revolve around boring small talk.
A few days before the party, I e-mailed each of the girls three questions and asked them to e-mail me their answers before the day of the party.
The questions were:
1. WHAT IS THE NAUGHTIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?
2. WHAT IS A FANTASY THAT YOU HAVE MASTURBATED TO?
3. HOW DO YOU COME? (OR, WHAT MAKES YOU CLIMAX?)
Each girl sent me their answers, and I printed them out in the same font onto individual index cards. When the girls arrived, we began to play the game.
The first round was, “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?”
We sat on the satin cushions in a circle, and the first girl picked one of the index cards and read the answer printed on it. She then had to guess who had written the answer. If she guessed right, she got to dare the girl to do something. If she guessed incorrectly, the girl who wrote the answer got to dare her to do something.
It was incredibly fun and interesting to contrast first impressions with the daring, sexy and hot answers on the cards. Did the shy blonde have sex with a coworker on the conference table during lunch? Did the vivacious, bubbly brunette cut school to make out with her best friend?
Soon, the girls felt like they knew each other very well. And, the dares became more and more daring.
Let’s just say… we never got to round 3.
1. WANT TO PLAY THE GAME?
Starting next Monday, we are playing the game at Hotel Bliss. If you are already a member, log in and e-mail me with your answer to the first question, “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?” If you aren’t a member yet, click here and sign up to be a beta tester at the Hotel Bliss slumber party. Membership is completely and totally free to all fabulous females.
Obviously, we cannot dare each other to do things in the cyber-world, but this is an excellent way to get to know other bi and bi-friendly girls in a new and fun way. Besides, you may just learn how naughty you and the girls around you, really are!
2. ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO JOIN THE GAME
We already have a bunch of Hotel Bliss guests who are game to play. You can help encourage others to play by commenting here saying you are in the game, too.
3. DO NOT POST YOUR ANSWER HERE AS IT WILL GIVE THE ANSWER AWAY.
E-mail me your answer to the first question through the hotel or directly to bliss@blisswarrior.com ASAP. The sooner I receive your answer, the faster you will be in the game.
4. THE GAME STARTS MONDAY, MAY 12th.
Starting next Monday, I will post one answer a day along with five of the participant names. By checking out the five girls hotel rooms can you figure out which girl wrote the answer? The first girl to guess who wrote the answer will be highlighted as a Hotel Bliss Goddess and, if they desire, they can ask a “truth” question to the author of the answer. Each day a new answer will be posted, along with five new participants, until we’ve posted them all and are ready for question number two.
Don’t be shy, girls. We all want to answer the question, “How do I meet a bi-girl?” The Hotel Bliss Party Game is the best way to get to know other bi-girls and make new fabulous friends.
Comment here to show you are game and encourage your friends to do the same.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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BEEN WONDERING WHERE BLISS HAS BEEN THIS LAST WEEK? I’VE BEEN MOVING TO A LOVELY 1920′S HOLLYWOOD COTTAGE, WITH A SWEET YARD FULL OF JASMINE AND HUMMINGBIRDS. MY MAN, MY CATS AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER, BUT I AM GLAD TO BE BACK AT WORK!
XOXOXOXOX BW
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TOMORROW: JUNGLE JANE RETURNS WITH A NEW POST ON BEING A BABY BI-GIRL
FRIDAY: FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORIES RETURN WITH FOLLOW MY RULES, PART II
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CANADIAN GIRLS GET READY - BLISS IS COMING TO TORONTO THE FIRST WEEK OF JUNE. WANT TO BRUNCH? E-MAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM.
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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - CHAPTER TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on April 29, 2008 – 11:37 am -Dearest Readers, This is chapter two in our guest blogger, V.’s, serialized blog about her and her man, and the women he introduced her to. If you missed Chapter One, CLICK HERE. Enjoy!
XOXXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
As I traveled beneath the London streets towards Gemma’s dinner invitation, the cautionary ‘Mind the Gap’ announcement at each Tube stop suddenly resonated in a new profound way. A commonplace subway platform safety warning took on a whole new dimension. And then when considering those three words as it might apply to the body of a female, well my mind really began to wander. I was fidgeting and acutely aware of the upholstered subway seat against the backs of my thighs.
Because of the extreme expense of UK cell phone plans, texting is very big. Meaning I hadn’t actually heard Gemma’s voice since we had said our goodbyes four days prior. I only had the crafted phrasing of a few text messages guiding me into this unaccompanied encounter. Plus, most Brits even cloaked in an aura of general formality will after the briefest of connections sign off using an ‘x’ so at times it can be difficult to decipherer an intention.
At this point I knew by now what Louis’s ‘x’s’ meant by their number and if they appeared in lower or upper case. Even a mix of lower and upper case revealed a specific meaning. Louis was still away.
Was I heading towards a date or being blessed with a new friend, or both? Again, useless analyzing. I was meeting Gemma at the home of her friend where she stayed when in town- a place where I would eventually live, but that’s another story. His name and work were familiar to me but I had yet to meet him. Perhaps he would be home, perhaps not. In the end did it really matter? These thoughts, thoughts, more thoughts circling each other…
The subway service in London ends at midnight.
Finally I reached her stop and made my way out of the station and onto the street. My heart pounded as I found the house. I took a deep breath and rang the bell. There she was, smiles, hugs, bright eyes, and her spicy perfume. Awkwardness and a strange familiarity surrounded us as she led me into the kitchen. We exchanged benign pleasantries as she poured two glasses of ruby red wine. She reminded me of a pixie- tiny, bright, intense. After a tour of her friend’s home (he was out) we made our way to into a beautiful garden. Blooms, trees, and couple of statues looked on as we sat ourselves down on a sun bleached whicker bench. The air was soft and slightly cool.
Our conversation turned to common-ground, Louis. Gemma wanted to know our love story, so out it poured. She confided that for the first time in their five year long professional relationship, I was cause for him to reveal his innermost personal feelings. Being such a private man, she was stunned when Louis opened up to her. Apparently his heart and body hadn’t been hit so hard (no pun) in many a year provoking an immediate need to talk to someone. I blushed. Blushing is not something I tend to do but while unlocking such sexual freedom within me, his place in my heart apparently could now inspire deep crimson to creep into my cheeks.
Our conversation became one of shared secrets. Our loves, our pain, our sexual pasts and present as well as the challenge of current romantic entanglements. With her own revelations she was placing her trust in my hands so I would know with absolute certainty that I could trust her and that in that knowledge nothing I chose to reveal would cross her lips to another soul unless I so desired.
I have steadfastly come to believe that anything made for the cinema or stage only wishes it could come close to the true life stories which, if we allow, unfold before us everyday. The more we opened ourselves, the closer our bodies naturally moved towards each other. Because our conversation flowed so freely I hadn’t even noticed this until she got up to get more wine and the coolness of the air touched the warm place where her thigh had been resting against mine.
With full glasses in hand, she returned to the garden and the smooth skin of her leg rejoined mine. The talking continued as if we couldn’t say it all fast enough to one another and then in an unconscious move I felt her fingers on my neck as she rotated the clasp of my necklace back to its rightful place. With the light touch, tingles erupted throughout my body. Here’s the thing, a touch to any part of my back or neck will send my cognitive mind directly to a ‘time out’ and I sink into the warmth of sensation.
The sky was still light but stars had begun to glow through the waning daylight. Darkness was almost ready to eclipse the blue and I turned my head to look directly into her eyes. A moment passed and then another, utter stillness. I wasn’t even aware that her hand had slipped under my shirt until my nipple hardened to meet the tip of her finger. Her lips found mine while her finger continued to just barely touch my right nipple. The slowness of our kiss allowed me to taste the wine on her tongue and step inside her energy, to truly feel her, Gemma, her essence for the first time.
My hand had slightly parted her legs and so, so gently I took my fingers all the way up her thigh. Then we heard the front door close- Marcus was making his way out to greet us…
XOXO
V
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY READING THESE TRUE TALES WRITTEN BY OUR FABULOUS GUEST BLOGGERS:
FROM JUNGLE JANE:
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
FROM DAPHNE:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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HOTEL BLISS TESTERS: ARE YOU NOT ABLE TO LOG ON? SOME GIRLS ARE HAVING TROUBLE LOGGING BACK INTO HOTEL BLISS. IF THIS IS HAPPENING TO YOU, PLEASE E-MAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM. ALSO, IF YOU GO TO THE SITE ONLY TO FIND A WHITE, BLANK PAGE, THAT MEANS CHRISTIAN IS FIXING THE SITE AND IT SHOULD BE BACK UP WITHIN 15 MINUTES. XOXOXOXOXOXOXO BLISS
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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - CHAPTER ONE
Written by Miss Bliss on April 15, 2008 – 10:31 am -Dearest Readers -
Please welcome our newest guest blogger from New York City, Violet. V. is a Ph.D. candidate, performer, writer and all-around fabulous bi-girl. In a serialized blog, V. will share the true and powerful tale of her relationship with her man and the female lover she met through him. Every other week, V. will return with a new installment of this passionate, true tale.
XOXOXOXOXOXO - BLISS WARRIOR
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
There is a moment, we all have them, just a moment maybe only long enough to breath in and out and blink a couple of times but you know something compelling and immediate has passed, a contract, a promise has been made with another person. Sometimes you aren’t even sure what it is you have signed on for but are acutely aware a silent pact has been made. A promise which you know somewhere in your heart you will honor. In my opinion, desire works in just this way and in my experience it always wins; it stems from an ethereal inarticulate place and waits to be manifested.
I was sitting with my man, my love, at a Moroccan restaurant in London. Months before, our silent contract began. I was conducting an interview in his office and without warning, in a split second, the air shifted and his gaze suddenly became intently steady and my once direct look dissolved into a series of sideways glances. After I concluded the interview and the tape recorder had been turned off we shared a passionate kiss and with spinning heads we handed each other our hearts. Anyhow, here we were many months later, and he was quietly eating some hummus. As he ate, his fingertips occasionally found the inside of my left thigh and he listened as I became immersed in a passionate discussion with the vivid but slightly nervous creature to his left. She and I were nonstop with words, laughter, and the occasional gentle verbal poking at this man whom we both knew from entirely different vantage points. He was my lover and she was his colleague, well employee to be more precise.
After our dinner plates had been cleared from the table, there was that moment again. As the moment passed between she and I, the tone in our voices changed. I unwittingly began to bite my lower lip and look at her from under my now slightly-lowered lids. While not being remotely predatory, I could feel her eyes taking in my collarbone, hands, neck, and I did nothing to dissuade or disconnect the silent exchange. Just as quickly as it arrived, the moment vanished, and the tempo of the conversation picked itself up and we ordered a round of coffee.
As she had a two-hour drive home, our goodbyes were rushed and hasty but with the promise of connecting again when she was back in the city. I took that extra second to kiss each cheek allowing the spicy scent of her perfume and the lovely smell of her freshly shampooed hair to mingle and flood my senses. She hopped in her car and was gone. Louis wrapped his arm around my waist and the light summer night guided us back to his flat.
I am no withering flower nor am I an innocent, far from it, but my heart still races when faced with these moments. I never expect them and suddenly I am nervous. A person can never fully know where this unspoken promise will lead until the journey has already begun and had it begun or had I imagined it? These instances thoroughly disrupt my sense of order and control. Attempts at effective or productive analyzing are utterly futile. I am forced to surrender into a familiar territory, but a territory made disarmingly new again by an unfamiliar person. Initial surrender has never been my strong point.
The next morning, I opened my eyes for a second time to find Louis but instead of feeling him moving inside me, gently fucking me out of slumber as he had earlier, he was now packing for a week away on business. The soft white cotton of the sheets caressed my bare skin and he came over to deliver one last deep kiss before leaving for the airport. He looked into my eyes, his finger lovingly traced my tummy and my breasts as he lightly kissed each of my eyelids.
“I love you, every cell of me will miss you, and I will call you when I land.” He started for the door, but then stopped and turned. “Oh, and while you were sleeping, upon request, I sent Gemma your mobile number.” I blinked at him. He regarded me for a moment and finished with, ‘”I only ask that you tell me if anything happens while I am away.”
In all honesty and genuine seriousness I asked him what he meant. My answer came as a sideways glance as he headed out the door.
As the front door closed behind him, I looked at my phone and there she was…
XOXO
V.
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ASK MISS BLISS - MY CUTE COWORKER IS FLIRTING AND LYING
Written by Miss Bliss on March 17, 2008 – 6:36 am -
Hi Bliss,
I need some advice. There is a girl that’s been very flirtatious with me at my job. I see her all the time and I finally got the nerve to really talk to her. She is definitely someone that I would want to include in my sexual life, but I think she got weirded-out when I told her I was married.
However, we talked for a good while and she told me that she was 22. I am 21. So I looked at her myspace profile and it says that she is 20 years old. I’m wondering, why would she lie?
And even though I already spoke to her, I still get really nervous around her. How do I get over that? She’s very friendly still but I just don’t know how to invite her to go out… Does this make sense?
Thank you so much! Take care and have a peaceful day!
Love,
M.
Dearest M,
Darling, when I lived in Brazil in another life, the Brazilian women were shocked that I didn’t lie about my age. “I’m only 18. Why would I lie about my age now to appear younger,” I asked. “In America, when you are under 21, you pretend to be older so you can get into clubs and bars.”
“Sure,” a Brazilian friend of mine said. “But if you start telling people you are 15 now, when you turn 30, everyone will think you are 27!”
WHY DO GIRLS LIE ABOUT THEIR AGE?
Our culture encourages women to lie about their age for two reasons: (1) to appear younger to seem more attractive or (2) to appear older to have access to adult life (i.e., cigarettes, alcohol, bars and clubs). In the case of your attractive coworker, my guess is that she is lying to you to seem “cooler” and “more mature”. She may not want you to know that she cannot legally go to bars. Whatever the reason, saying she is two years older than her real age is not a big deal. If she were a minor and was lying about her age, that would be a problem. It is never a good idea to get yourself caught up in a potential statutory rape situation.
IS IT A GOOD IDEA TO DATE A COWORKER?
If she is still friendly and flirtatious after you have shared your marital status, you should go ahead and ask her out. But before you do, make sure you think about the consequences of dating a coworker. Certainly your other coworkers know that you are married, and may be shocked if anything were to get out about an office love affair with a female colleague. Plus, if it ends badly, you may experience a lot of tension in the office, especially if you work directly with her.
However, sometimes work is the only place we have to meet someone special. If this is the case, and you think she is worth potential unhappiness in the work environment, I say go for it. Just be discreet and careful.
HOW DO YOU GET BEYOND YOUR NERVES AND ASK A GIRL OUT?
Many girls get nervous before they ask a girl out. Sometimes, it is because they are not sure if the girl is bisexual and they don’t want to freak her out if she isn’t. So, a good way to find out if she is indeed bi or bi-curious, is to let her know you are bisexual.
If you are too shy to tell her you are bi, you may want to drop some hints that you are into girls. For example, if you are a fan of the L-Word (or you love hating it), you might want to ask if she watches, too. If she does, she may just be open to dating girls. Does she listen to Ani DiFranco? Maybe she’s a fan of the Suicide Girls or the television show, Big Love? Drop some sapphic favorites and see if she really is a bi-girl like you.
Some of my myspace friends use the Bliss Warrior blog to see if a girl is bi-friendly. One bliss girl in Texas was working in a sandwich shop when two cute girls came in. They flirted and talked, and when the girls were about to leave, she handed them both a piece of paper with myspace.com/theblisswarrior written on it and her e-mail address. Later, one of the girls e-mailed her back, delighted to let her know that she was bi, too.
AN AFTER WORK DRINK ISN’T A DATE & CAN BE LOTS OF FUN
Another easy way to ask her out is to start small and ask her if she’d like to get an after work drink. (If she is only 20, you may want to suggest going out for tea.) Lots of coworkers go for a drink after work and it will give you a chance to see what your dynamic is like outside of the office. And, let’s face it, it’s much easier to flirt with a girl when you have a drink or two!
But no matter what, trust your instincts. If you feel like she is flirting with you, don’t worry about it - enjoy the attention. Make sure to give her plenty of warmth and kindness in return. Be yourself and know that she already enjoys who you are.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - Part One
Written by Miss Bliss on March 14, 2008 – 7:00 am -ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY BY BLISS WARRIOR.
a little erotic fiction to help you sleep more soundly….
Deciding to dive right in, you ask her if she’s ever kissed a girl.
She is almost as surprised by the question as you are for asking it. You aren’t drunk but perfectly sober and oddly relaxed. “No,” she says, “Have you?”
“Yes.” This is the first time you have felt confident around a girl. Having only fooled around with a few women - and only going all the way with one - you are surprised by how easy it all feels.
“Are you a lesbian,” she asks with an innocence that makes you like her even more.
“No. I like who I like.”
There is a question she wants to ask but she hesitates. Instead, she blurts out, “I’m straight.”
“I know.” Everyone knew this. “But you’re also pretty.”
“Thanks,” she says, and her hand shakes a little as she stirs her tea.
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After the Astronomy lecture this morning, you casually asked her to tea. She said yes, which initially surprised you. Maybe you should just ask girls out more often. Maybe girls say yes more than no.
She had no idea that between watching slides of stars and taking the occasional note, you watched her in class. She’s not your type, but she caught your eye when she wore a baby blue beaded vintage cardigan and a black pencil skirt. Her hair was in a tight shiny bun like a librarian, yet she had a ring on every finger. This incongruence made you curious about her. An uptight girl with the hands of a gypsy. You wondered if she expressed her passion only in the bedroom and only in the dark.
It made you want to kiss her just to see if you could.
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The cafe is dark even though the sky is still bright outside. There is a gap in the conversation but it doesn’t bother you. You drink your tea and study her with a slight smile. Her nervousness is making the whole afternoon fun for you. The more she doesn’t know what to say, the more you do.
“Can I be direct with you,” you ask and she nods. “I am attracted to you.”
“You are,” she says with her eyes on her teacup. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know that you are beautiful, smart and kind. You have excellent taste and a great sense of style. That blue cardigan you wore last week was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.”
“Well, I stole that from my roommate. She’s the one with taste.”
Another stunning girl who is insecure and puts herself down without even realizing it. “Sweet girl, every time I’ve seen you, I’ve thought to myself, ‘No way. She’s prettier than the last time. But the last time I saw her she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. How did she manage to outdo herself again?”
She is laughing and looks up at you for the first time. “You make me feel pretty. But I’m not….” She lets the words trail off.
“Like me,” you ask.
“I’m not a lesbian,” she says, her words barely audible as if lesbian were a bad word.
“I’m not either,” you say with a wink. “Let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.”
You see her weighing the options in her mind: the librarian side of her and the gypsy duking out the pros and the cons of spontaneous fun. “Sure, why not? But only if we get a drink first,” she says. “I’m way too sober.”
“To the bar then,” and you signal for the check.
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After sharing a few drinks and many stories, the two of you walk out of the bar and onto Hudson Street in the West Village. She has her armed looped through yours now. If you were both straight this would be just another gesture of friendship. But the tingling of her touch against your skin tells you she is more than just a friend, and she is beginning to realize it.
“Have you ever had a one night stand,” you ask her.
She gives you a look.
“Two years ago, I had my first one night stand,” you say. “I was nineteen and I traveled with some friends to Spain. One afternoon, my friends were at a museum and I wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to just go explore Barcelona on my own. I met a really sexy Spanish man in a cafe. I liked him instantly. The connection was there. We talked over cafe con leche for hours, then we went to dinner. Over wine and paella, he asked me - with the hottest accent and this deep, sexy voice - ‘Have you ever met someone for the first time, had coffee, then had dinner, then went home and made love all night long?’ My stomach flip-flopped. Nothing seemed more romantic.”
“And then you went home with him?”
“Something like that. And I never saw him after.”
She shakes her head and a dark strand of hair falls loose and into her eyes. “For a second, there, I thought you were making a pass at me.”
The sun is setting and her skin glows with the shifting light. “For a second, I was.”
“And you aren’t anymore,” she asks with a flirtatious tone. You knew she was the right girl.
“No.” You smile and pick up her hand and kiss it, lingering on each long finger. “I don’t flirt with straight girls - well, not for long.”
“You are trouble,” she says.
“Am I?” You kiss her wrist and she pulls her hand away. Suddenly she is aware of the street and of people seeing you together. The librarian has returned.
“You told me you wanted to show me something.”
“I do.”
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On top of your building, you can see all of downtown New York. You made it home right before the sun set and the buildings came alive with lights. The city unfolds before the two of you as day becomes night and she turns to you with radiant eyes. “A picture could never capture this.”
The light illuminates the pink fullness of her lips and there is a pause. She is quiet for a beat too long and you know by saying nothing, she has said yes. As the breeze picks up twelve floors above Manhattan, you lean into her and kiss her gently, softly, ever-so-slowly and she immediately kisses you back. Your arms encircle her, as she presses into you, opening her mouth just slightly, ready to go deeper.
Your tongue lightly darts into her mouth and her mouth widens. Hesitantly, her tongue begins to explore your teeth and your lips. Your hands move down her back, massaging her spine and bringing her even closer into you. Breaking away from the kiss, you lick her neck from the shoulder to her ear and gently nibble on her earlobe.
“You smell so yummy,” you say.
“You are so soft.”
“You’re pretty soft for a straight girl,” you tease her. “The funny thing is, you don’t kiss like a straight girl.”
“I don’t,” she asks with a laugh.
“No. You really don’t. You just kissed me like a bi-girl.”
“Oh, really,” she asks, now into the game. “And how does a bi-girl kiss?”
“Like this,” you say, and you kiss her again. Her arms are all over you now, as if she’s been finally given permission to explore and be free. Both hands find your breasts through your clothes and she touches them with the fascination of something new and foreign. As you kiss, your hands find her small breasts and you both massage and touch each other as the throbbing between your legs grows with intensity. Her breathing is uneven and quick and you know she is yours.
“Let’s go downstairs,” you say. Holding her hand, you lead her back inside.
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This is part one of a three-part story. Want to read Captivating the College Girl - Part Two? CLICK HERE. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
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ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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GETTING HER NUMBER – A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
Written by Jungle Jane on March 12, 2008 – 7:00 am -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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If you enjoyed reading this blog, you may also enjoy:
MISS BLISS, FIND ME A BI-GIRL
ADVICE FOR BABY BI-GIRLS: FINDING A FEMALE LOVER
ASK MISS BLISS: THE ART OF FLIRTATION
WHEN YOUR STRAIGHT FRIENDS FIND OUT
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NEXT WEEK:
BLISS WARRIOR IS PROUD TO ANNOUNCE A NEW GUEST BLOGGER IS JOINING THE PARTY. DAPHNE, A NEW YORK BI-GIRL, SHARES THE FIRST TIME A LOVER TIED HER UP AND SHOWED HER THE JOYS OF LIGHT BDSM. INTERESTED IN A LITTLE ROPE PLAY WITH YOUR PARTNER? YOU WON’T WANT TO MISS THIS BLOG.
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ASK MISS BLISS - WHY WON’T SHE MEET ME FOR A DATE?
Written by Miss Bliss on February 28, 2008 – 4:30 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I met this girl on Craigslist. She responded to my ad and said she was a lot of fun. I picked her out of a bunch of replies, not only because she was attractive but seemed the most sane! I’ve never done this before, and had no idea how it worked.
We started e-mailing back and forth, and eventually were messaging each other. She lives with her boyfriend, and I have a boyfriend too, and we were both looking for the same thing.
Everything seemed to be great, and I was really excited to meet her, but a month went by and she still hadn’t made a date. I made vague comments like, “Let’s meet sometime soon,” to encourage dialogue but she made it really awkward.
Now, I’m in a weird space — should I try to meet her, or is she over it? I asked her if she had changed her mind, and she replied, “No, have you?”
I finally texted her after not talking to her for a few weeks to try and meet for drinks,
and didn’t get a response. What should I do now? Just leave her alone?
Thanks for the advice.
Love,
Confused.
Dear Confused,
First of all, congratulations for posting an ad on Craigslist and meeting another cool, fun, attractive bi-girl. I am always delighted to hear that bi-girls are finding each other through the Internet.
There are many reasons why she has not yet met you in person. Girls are generally chased by male attention. When two girls try to date, the girls are not always sure how to chase the other one without seeming “creepy” or “too much”. I personally believe, the LESS you go after the girl, the more likely she will find you interesting and come to you. Now, many friends hate when I say this and often replay, “I don’t want to play games! I want to be honest. If I like a girl, I’m going to tell her and hope she’ll like me, too.” Darling Confused Reader, the following tips are not “game playing” they are simply - in my humble opinion - the rules of the girl dating game.
Everyone wants to feel like they found a partner or a lover that is a little bit “out of their league”. A girl wants to feel like she had to work a little to get this person to notice and like her. So, dear girl, let this attractive girl work a little bit to get your attention, since you’ve already worked hard enough to get hers.
1. GIRLS WITH BOYFRIENDS HAVE BUSY LIVES
Bi-girls with primary partners are very busy and are already juggling work, family, friendships, and their love life. So if she does not write you back or text you back right away, she may just be busy. Wait. Be Patient. Let her know that you have a busy, full, exciting life, too. When she writes you back eventually you can wait a little to reply or write her back immediately. I suggest waiting and see how fast she writes you back the next time.
2. THE LESS YOU PUSH HER TO MEET, THE MORE SHE’LL WANT TO
It isn’t rocket science, but it is human behavior. The less you push for a meeting, the more she will. Often, when my bi-girl friends are flirting with a girl online and don’t push to meet, the other girl begins pushing for a date. They say, “Wait, I’m enjoying getting to know you,” and the friendship and trust grow, while the other girl’s desire increases, as well.
3. IF YOU ARE TOO EAGER, SHE MAY THINK YOU’RE NEEDY
All girls are worried that their female lover will be “crazy” or “needy” or “too codependent”. Because they have not had experience with sane, cool, fun bi-girls, they will be nervously searching for signs of needy behavior. Be relaxed and chill and enjoy flirting with the girl without pushing to meet. She will find you sexy, and her fears of your “innate female craziness” will lessen.
4. FOCUS ON THE FRIENDSHIP FIRST, AND SHE’LL WANT TO MEET YOU
I always stress to my bi-curious friends, develop the friendship first. The best relationships are built on trust, so build trust through e-mailing first. Once a friendship is built, no girl will want to go without meeting her new, wonderful friend in person.
5. KEEP FLIRTING WITH GIRLS UNTIL THE RIGHT ONE WANTS YOU
Until you go on a date with that perfect lover, keep posting on Craigslist and develop many flirtations. You never know, while you wait to meet your ideal girl lover you just might make a great group of bi-girl friends in the process.
6. DEVELOP THE ONLINE FRIENDSHIP AND HOLD OFF MEETING IN PERSON
Since she didn’t return your last text, I would not contact her until she contacts you or until a month or so has gone by. You do not want to seem needy or psycho, so relax, go back to your Craigslist posting, and start meeting other girls. You have found one potential, but their may be a better fit for you out there. In a month, send your girl an e-mail just checking in with her. I bet she will be happy to hear from you!
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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