I never wanted to date. I preferred being close with women. I had my first kiss was in a museum during a high school field trip to Washington D. C. It was a girl who everyone said was butch. So she kissed me. I had been accepted to college at a far away school. My mother took me. The male female ratio was 2 to 8 females. And later I found out the males were males in name only.
I had a long multi semester thing with this girl. With her I tried everything. The more I tried the more I liked it. In the safety under the covers we accused each other of queer. Well we were. But queer or not I got jumped by a man and had my virginity taken. He told me he was headed for London, if I wanted to go I needed to get married. He knew about my disposition towards women. However I needed to be discreet. My girlfriend managed a student visa and she went with us. I had no delusions I was a lesbian. Neither did my husband. But not withstanding I had to allow him access to me. Oh well, at least I was married.
After ten years if marriage, a pandemic, return to the good ol' USA with two foreign born children. And my girlfriend came home with us. We are pretty far gone lesbians. Not that he respected it. More than once he found her attractive enough and she gave in to him. After all he mostly supported her.
