The Night I Made Out With A Stranger
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Trying to physically attract someone is a light switch. As a Leo whose sexual conception of self was moulded under the male gaze, that switch is either firmly on or off. There’s the version of me who is trying to catch feelings, and the version of me who is not. The former wears a little more makeup, has recently washed hair and actually looks in the mirror when putting together my outfit. The former wears no makeup and chooses clothing that’s comfortable. Walking by these two versions on the street, they may not look that different. But to me, there’s a big difference between when I’m trying and I’m not.
So I was shocked one night last fall, when I attracted someone way out of my league. Exhausted from a red-eye flight from Europe the night before, I was too tired to care when getting ready for an opera performance at a nearby church. I put on a nice dress but left my face bare and hair unwashed. The church was dark and I was going alone, so I figured no one…