I Am Not A Lesbian, But No One Gets The Memo

During the summer of my junior year in college a college friend and I went to Europe backpacking. In Amsterdam she suggested the redlight district to see real whores. She then took me to this lesbian topless bar, where she came out to me and told me she 'wanted' me . I told her I was not interested and did not think a trip to Europe to ogle whores or a topless lesbian bar was the highpoint of cultural exposure. I walked out, flew home the next day into the arms of a childhood friend. I never expected him to take advantage of me, he held me down while he worked my pants down. I jumped out of the frying pan into the fire and got pregnant.

My mother kept my baby so I could finish college and lived at home for five years. I got hit on by women twice as often as being hit on by men. I moved out into an assortment with a seven year old and got hit on by a lesbian neighbor who offered to outperform any man around. Why I attract lesbians I don't know. I was with friends at a lady's night and got asked to dance by a blonde in heels.

I want to get married, provide a father figure for my daughter, serve a man breakfast, I am not interested in a woman, no matter how pretty. No men cone knocking, not a single one since I moved out from my parents. The only one knocking on my door is my lesbian neighbor who wants to live together and take care of me and have me be a wife with her.