#useless sapphic
I went to the surf shop yesterday to buy a new wetsuit for warmer weather. A girl who works at the shop helped me out with sizing and everything. This woman was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. I turned into a bumbling mess, tripping over my sentences and everything. After trying on a wetsuit, I showed her so that she could check the fit. She kept complimenting me and stuff. At that point I was having an internal crisis on whether or not she was wlw. I was so flustered the entire time, I have never been so glad to have a mask.
Anyway, we got to talking after I finished fitting on the wetsuits and we were talking about our Uni studies, and we talked about surfing together and stuff. The longer we talk, the more I question whether she’s wlw or not and try work up the courage to ask for her number or ask her out. But then… she mentions her boyfriend…
So yea, I have a new surfing buddy.
Broken gaydar is my ever end
Where is my wife to come home to and cuddle with after a long day
Currently in the mood for soft domesticity like cooking together, drinking tea/coffee in comfortable silence, making the bed while she’s in the shower, kissing her before going to work…
