Taking the trash out tonight, I met a neighborhood lesbian and her daughter. The woman had heard that a couple of women had moved in to this house. She gave me a little run-down of known lesbians over on her block. It was cool! I like especially when she went to inquire about my "woman friend," coming up with those words in that awkward moment in which one gives one's best stab at not offending the lesbian you've just met, who may think "gay" is a radical adjective to apply to herself. I don't know what it was about my response that made her think the L word would be okay, but after that she did.
Now to tend to fantasy baseball draft picks. Yes, it's that season: a young woman-friend's thoughts turn to baseball. . .