First, if you were at this party, don’t stop me because you already know what happened.

So, I’m at this party, the same one I wrote about earlier. Anyway, I was sitting with a group of about 10 women when someone suggested we play “Truth or Dare.” Needless to say, this was late in the evening and everyone was feeling, well, silly.

Now, even though I, too, was feeling silly, I did have the presence of mind to warn everyone that this could be dangerous and maybe we shouldn’t play. Of course, no one listened and we played.

I’d also like to mention, before I tell you what happened, that playing this game was all Gladys’ idea. Okay?

After a while, it is my turn. I don’t know what to ask or who to choose. I haven’t played this game in over 20 years! But, I think and think and I finally come up with something.

I knew that Gladys had met a guy at a bar the week before and took him home. I know because I was there. And, the next morning, she confirmed to me that they had slept together.

So, I asked Gladys, “Truth or dare, have you slept with a man in the last 30 days?” Funny, right?

Apparently not. I got a look that came close to hatred from Galdys as she said a very emphatic “NO.”

Me, being a little buzzed, and remember, feeling silly, said “No, you have to tell the truth. This was your idea.”

So, she admitted that yes, she had, and the game continued. It wasn’t until about an hour later that I noticed Gladys hadn’t said anything to me and that every time I looked at her, she was glaring at me. When I asked her about it near the keg, she was pissed and told me so. She was angry, very angry, that I had let everyone know what she did.

Hmmm.

Okay, I admit it. It probably wasn’t the best question I could have asked, but it was the first thing that popped into my head and I wasn’t really thinking about what I was asking. I was just happy that I had thought of something to ask.

But, even if I was somewhat indiscreet in my question, is it my fault that she did something that she was that ashamed of? And then told me about it afterward? No, I do not think it was.

The way I see it, and this is how I live my life, if I do something that I’m ashamed of, that’s on me. And, if I tell someone that I did it, well then, that’s on me too. I mean, if it was that bad, why did she do it in the first place?

Gladys has not spoken to me since then, except for a couple of times when our paths crossed and she told me how she was still mad at me.

I have heard from Gladys’ roommate that she has slept with numerous men since then, including the fiance of one of her friends. So, the way I see it, Gladys is mad at herself and she needed to direct that anger at someone other than herself.

But, to cut me off for good? Someone who has been her friend for four years? And then, continue doing the very thing that she was so mad about?

And that’s why I say, never trust a lesbian who sleeps with a man.

I met a woman through some friends last summer and I’ve seen her a few times since then. Not “dating” her, just seen her at a bar and a party.

This woman has recently moved here from New Jersey and each of the three times I’ve seen her, she complains to anyone who will listen about how there’s “too much drama” in California.

That’s cool. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, right? Until….

The last time I saw this woman, at a friend’s party, I witnessed her creating the very drama that she professes to detest.

A friend and I were sitting at the party, enjoying some good dish about another friend. Just some friendly gossip, no big deal.

The New Jersey woman walks up to us, listens to us talking for about 12 seconds, uninvited mind you, gives us both a look of disgust and says, “I don’t do drama. I don’t want to know about this.” She turns and walks into the house. My friend and I just raised our eyebrows at each other, and continued talking.

A few minutes later, I walk into the house to get another drink and I hear New Jersey talking to a group of three women. “I don’t need the drama outside. Blank and blank were talking sh*t about blank.”

Are you kidding me?

The way I see it, if she really didn’t “want to deal with our drama” she would have walked away from us and not mentioned it to anyone. From what I heard that night, this was not the only group she told about us gossiping. She apparently told anyone who she could corner into listening to her.

This word “drama” gets used too loosely in my opinion, and for this very reason. Because those who claim to hate it are usually the ones ensconced in it.

Let it be on the record; I don’t mind “drama.”  (Especially when it’s someone else’s. LOL) Life is full of it. We can’t avoid it, especially as lesbians. But, if I did hate it, I’d do everything I could to avoid it. Like I do with brussels sprouts and men.