Life of a Geeky Lesbian

Thursday, February 21:

So the end of Week 3 at the new job is at hand. Since my boss, JT, was on vacation for seven of the work days, I'm only just now starting to get to know him, while I've already gelled with ES, TH and NH. And L. Kinda.

What have I discovered about JT?

He's a self-centered, arrogant, not-terribly-brilliant kid who is definitely on a power trip. He's short, too.

This is a prime example of why I do not date men.

He has these ideas, right, and he shoots them out there and tells T and I to make it happen.

And then he changes his mind.

Which is okay. He's the boss, right? His call.

But then he changes his mind on the changes, and it's not like they're the original ideas, either.

The guy needs to learn how to plan things out. And he's all about "changes". So what if we don't have the right text? "It's easy to change later on". Rather than taking 20 minutes to do it right then and keep us from redoing work later on, he has us do these things that are pretty much for nothing, because the changes he'll implement will take over what we've done.

And if he says "know what I mean?" one more time, I will have to keep the dyke in me very quiet, lest she SLUG him.

Apart from JT being an idiot, things are good.

I saw L yesterday. She's got two days off a week, but they're normally Tuesday and Wednesday. They changed the schedule this week so it was Tuesday and Thursday. I've discovered that I dislike her laugh, and she doesn't really follow hockey very much, although she was excited that the Canadian men would face Belarus and not Sweden, if they beat Finland (which they did).

I need to figure out a way to get to know her a bit better so I can find out for sure about her. I just want to know her story, because it's starting to drive me a little bit nuts.

I should have called this blog "curiousandgeekylesbian".

Anyways. I should get to bed. I'm kind of scared to sleep, though. I had a strange, strange dream about one of my exes last night, in which not only were we getting along (which is just scary), but she'd cut her hair so that it looked like Justin's on Queer as Folk. Only light brown, not blonde. According to this dream dictionary, "hair is a valuable dream symbol. It represents physical and spiritual strength. Samson's hair was the source of his strength and virility.". Maybe the dream means that she no longer has power over me. Huh.

Or maybe it was just another one of my normal dreams -- the day's thoughts all mixed up together. Possibly, I was thinking about L's short hair and my ex and they got combined in my dream.

Anyways. Shout out to the sweetie who reads this. I love you, and I'll see you soon. :)
the geeky one //

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Monday, February 18:

Greetings and salutations. I am the Geeky Lesbian. I'm very much closeted in real life, which is why this blog exists. I can't speak freely about various sexuality-related issues on my regular blog, so you folks get to read it here.

It's not that I even want to talk constantly about my sexual orientation, it's just the occasional desire. Tonight, the desire struck me.

I've had limited contact with actual, real-life, lesbians. I've had girlfriends and I even have one now, but I've met most of them through the Internet. I'm not someone who goes to bars or clubs, and I spent a lot of time working at home, so I didn't really have a chance to branch out, socially speaking. Besides, I'm one of those computer geeks who sits behind a screen all day.

So I started a new job, recently.

There's this girl, L, who works there in a different department. Well, a woman, really. She's got to be close to my age (24) or maybe a couple of years older. I'm really bad at telling a person's age. The instant I laid eyes on her...

... no, I didn't fall in love. Don't be silly.

... my gaydar went off with a vengeance.

She's so not my type, and we don't talk much, because we're in different departments, but Friday and today, she would look at me while we were talking, and she wouldn't look *away* when we were done speaking.

It kind of creeps me out, but at the same time, I want to get a better look at her, too, because I really do think she's a big ol' dyke. She's more of a tomboy than I am, for crying out loud. But I don't know if she's out. The day after Valentine's Day, she was asked how her night was, and she said it was good, that she and her roommate had had a nice dinner at a restaurant. And she played the pronoun game, by conveniently not mentioning a single one.

We shared a look today, and it was like a secret handshake thing. It felt like we'd both acknowledged that yeah, we're gay, but that we're not telling anyone about it.

It was a weird feeling, that's for sure. That happen to anyone else out there? Let me know.
the geeky one //

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