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Looking Back
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“Really, its fine. And please, call me Bette.” Again she smiled. Again I knew it wasn’t real, but it was comforting.
We started the interview and ended up talking for a couple of hours. She was a few years older than me and owned a gallery. She had quickly made a name for herself in the artist community in LA. She was an out lesbian though you would never know it to look at her. She came from a wealthy family out east. She was fascinating. Half way through I stopped taking notes and it turned into a conversation. From conversation, it went to flirting. I knew she was trouble after the first smile. Too disarming. But that didn’t matter. She was a beautiful woman, smart, funny, a little too full of herself, but it somehow worked for her.
I left the caf with my interview and a date for the following night. Not too bad for a day’s work. Oh and not to mention the number of a hot, supposedly straight athlete. Not a bad Saturday afternoon.
Bette and I went out the next night. And then every night for the next four weeks. It was quite a whirlwind. She was amazing. I had never met someone like her. She had this façade of someone who had no depth or emotion, but in reality, she was a very caring woman. She just had an image that she found important to maintain. She knew all the right people and I was suddenly thrust into a life I didn’t know existed outside of movies. Artist dinners, film openings, restaurant openings, celebrity parties. And this was all in the first two weeks. It was exceptional.
Somewhere around the end of the fourth week, we both had a need for a little space and me time. As great as the month was, it was a lot. I like people, but in doses. And in all reality, for as much as I knew that she was more cultured and better educated than I was, I was bit over the ‘I know better’ conversations. I have always been a firm believer that more is learned in life that can ever be taught in a classroom or read from a book. So cut me a little slack, I’ve lived and learned, more than I might have wanted, but it works for me.
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Awww this was great, seeme like Alice had brought them all together in some way, I like how it was from her POV. This was awsome, keep up the great work!
Oh, that was good. I like reading things from Alice’s POV. Plus we need a little background on how all of our ladies met. Nice work.
This was wonderful to read. Thank you.
Admirable. I’ve never liked Alice (or Dana) better, you gave her more depth than she usually has. And Shane’s crack about Cher made me laugh out loud. I just did a major move a few months ago. God I hate moving, good luck with it. Please, next time you post give us old fucks with the tired eyes and special glasses some larger print.
Nice story! I loved reading your take on how Alice met the gang. Thanks for sharing.
Again…beautiful.
Thanks for your writing, very good we can’t expect less from you.
This was great :D I’m so glad you decided to go for my challenge :D
I always love your stories. It’s nice to read a story that gives our girls some background as to how they all met. I also like reading things from Alice’s POV. Please continue!
What a robust post. Very nice. Good luck on your move. Thanks.
This was a really sweet story, i loved Alice’s POV and the fact she brought the gang together. I wish you all the best with your move.
I still hope there will be a next chapter of Drowning though.I hope you’ll get inspired again.
That was great. Thank you.
Wow that was such a great look back and story. So Alice and so spot on. thanks