Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 22:29:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: Roxanne144295@aol.com
Subject: My first Flannel Part 2

I know I am stereotyping but stereotypes exist for a reason. I have
lesbians grouped into four distinct groups. Femme or lipstick les, flannel,  dykes
and bull dykes. The last three are of no interest to me, don't ask me why
but from the outset I have written them off, thinking I am not that butch or
non  feminine.
    When I awoke from my sangarita sleep, I tried to  recreate my night
before and see why I felt so hung over today .I remembered  Vicki arriving and
the first glass of wine but the edges got fuzzy after  that.
    Then I felt a slight urge in my loins, still in my  frontal lobe from
the previous night. The naughty thoughts I had for Vicki came  back slowly
and in great detail. I had pictured her naked and what her breast  and nipples
looked like, her flat tummy and her lean body as well as the  ultimate
mystery, what her lips down below would look like. I found myself quite
aroused.
    Having the day off, I decided to do a bit of  research, I booted my
computer and went online. I first goggled the different  definitions of
lesbians, getting a much broader perspective of the types I had  been ignoring. I
found out much of the wardrobe is merely a disguise to identify  them as
lesbians. I had a whole different perspective.
    I had always assumed women wore flannel and short  haircuts to identify
them as the butch woman in the relationship. I also thought  it was a
subconscious into result of the woman's movement, convincing my  fellow women
they needed to be more masculine to be lesbians .I also found my  mind
wandering under the flannel and wondering how many perfectly potential  mates I had
passed up.
    After a coffee break, I came back to the desk and  my mind wandered in
a new direction. I began to wonder what gay bars catered to  what crowd and
take a peek to see if I had automatically eliminated some  potential hang
outs.
    It is a numbers game after all, unless you are  waiting for true love
to walk up and snatch you off your feet, the odds are  better if you go out
and play the odds.
    After an hour and two reboots, I had made a short  list of potential
bars. My idea was to go out and have a quiet drink in the new  clubs and move
on if there was no spark or I felt uncomfortable.What could it  hurt but my
fragile ego?
    My next chore was to map quest the locations and  make a walking list I
could follow on my quest for flannel Funny I suddenly  realized that was
what I was doing. When my list was complete and I had a purse  size reference
sheet, I looked at the time and realized the day was nearly  shot.
    I decided to start my quest tonight, wondering if  Sunday nights are a
slow night for our crowd? I hopped in the shower and dressed  in my finest,
short skirt, fancy hose, FMP's and a tight sweater that left  little to the
imagination. After I had my face on, I made sure to use my  perfume, just so
the ladies knew I was femme all the way. I touched up my nails  top and
bottom and looked at the time. Eight thirty, a bit early for bar hopping  but I
could go and get a bite out before getting started.
    As I locked my apartment door, I suddenly realized  how fast my
heartbeat was, I was truly excited, filled with anticipation.
    After dinner, I walked to Volli-Bal, a bar boasting  fem/butch.The
atmosphere was very upbeat, no subtle soft lighting, here you  could get a very
good look at your new acquaintance with out having to let your  imagination
wander. There were some very tough looking women inside, some more  gentle
flannel women but most seemed to be lower on the hygienic scale than I  would
care to sample.One quick cocktail and I was on my way, avoiding  the first
two large women who approached me.
    Outside I scratched this one off the list. Next was  Hot Legs, I walked
seven blocks instead of hailing a cab,I hate the attitude  from the cabbies
when you ask for a short ride. This was more my style, at least  the lights
were subdued and the noise was not earsplitting.
    This time I walked into a really mixed crowd, more  couples than
singles but a nice mix of lesbians in general. I sat at the bar and  ordered a
manhattan, receiving a warm welcome from the  bartendress.