The Holiday Party, Part 2
“Hi, I don’t think I know you.”
I admit I was caught a bit off-guard when I turned and saw the girl who had said it to me. I had seen her out on the dance floor and definitely was impressed (she looks a lot like the girl in this picture), but I had not expected such a friendly welcome.
“Oh,” I replied, “I don’t go here. I’m Ivy.” I shook her hand. She introduced herself and asked me where I went. I tried to skirt the subject. I hate admitting where I go because I sometimes get over-the-top reactions or people think I’m bragging.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow. So, you’re like…brilliant or something?”
“Oh, God, no,” I was blushing. She was smiling.
She placed her hand on mine and smiled. She had a really precious little gap-tooth. Gap-teeth turn me on. For real. I find them so charming and so sexual for some reason. “There’s so many gay people here,” she gestured toward the group of people dancing. I hadn’t noticed. “I didn’t really grow up near a lot of that at all. It’s really nice to see.”
I wasn’t sure if she was trying to push a subject and I was way too tamed by her looks to try to flirt too hard. I get far too bashful around really pretty girls. It’s a weakness. The stronger, more “butch” types I can totally handle. Once they get too pretty, I turn to mush.
“So, your top is really cute,” I changed the subject. Generic girl talk. I’m a whimp.
She giggled, “you look gorgeous. I’m totally straight, I promise. But you’re like really, really pretty.”
Miss Gap-tooth, I hereby proclaim your name to be Noodlegirl. Let the games begin.