As Spencer watched Ashley pull away from the curb and zip down the street it all made perfect sense to her.  Why would Ashley be single?  The even better

question, why would Ashley be gay?  Ok that may have been a stupid question but the stupid hetero she had grown up to be still reasoned that Ashley was way too hot to be into girls.  Lesbians were the unattractive women who couldn’t get men so they resorted to women, right? 

Spencer:  But then what does that make me?

She was good and confused now.  She had never thought of herself as a lesbian.  To identify yourself as gay you had to live a gay lifestyle, or at least practice gay ‘activities’ so to speak.  Spencer had never done either so it was clear gay was not what she was.  Yet and still Ashley plagued her every thought these days.  It never helped that she spent 2 days a week with her either.  The semester had just started but Spencer was intrigued.  She went though her life thus far with blinders on.  Self inflicted blinders at that.  What she didn’t acknowledge didn’t exist hence it couldn’t trip her up.  It had seemed now though that Ashley had inadvertently removed those blinders and Spencer was now all tripped up.  The string of obnoxious frat boys and arrogant pre-meds were boring to say the least and though her friends were great they still never aroused any excitement in her.  She just stuck to doing what she felt she was supposed to.  That way no one asked questions and she could live a happy life in her head.  A person can’t live within themselves forever, however.  If that was in fact true then damnit Spencer was in trouble.  Leave it to luck to have the one intriguing thing in her life be taken.  By a hot guy in a Porsche to top it off. She couldn’t compete with that, even if she had balls enough to try, though she didn’t.  So in true Spencer fashion she dug in her bag of tricks and found those blinders she had lost.  There was no need in barking up a tree with a

straight and taken cat in it.