If I didn't know any better, I'd think that Clarissa and I have been flirting, setting the stage for a post-school afternoon delight. But I've been shaking my head at the thought for weeks. "Hey, this is you Gabriella, don't be so foolish." There's absolutely NO contest, Gabriella Cavalcanti has absolutely THE worst gaydar in the history of lesbians. I can't count the number of times that I've been absolutely certain I was getting signals from a woman at the bar, in class at university, etc. and been dead wrong. But for some reason, I'm thinking this is different. And it's none of the old cliche reasons.
She's never said, "gosh, my husband doesn't give me what I need anymore". And she hasn't been obvious about it: nothing like "geez, I wish there was a 29 year old, black haired, Italian lesbian around to lick my pussy!" (Sigh, if only it were that easy).
