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"How do I look?" I stood in front of Beth with my arms out to my sides waiting for her to inspect my outfit.
Beth looked up at me and said, "Like a confused lesbian," with a straight face.
I let my arms fall to my sides in exasperation. "Beth, come on now, really! Do I look that bad?" I asked her. Among my clothing I packed away to bring with me to The Windy City, was my Hines Ward girl-cut football jersey----courtesy of a sticky-fingered Ex-boyfriend. I paired it with jeans and a long sleeved black t-shirt underneath.Beth cracked a smile. "I didn't say anything about bad, I said confused. I just think it is funny that you are wearing a football jersey. I thought only dudes wore them."
I rolled my eyes. "It's a girl-cut jersey! See, it's form-fitting, and cuts close. I think it looks cute," I said looking down and examining my outfit.
"I don't think I've ever seen a girl wear a jersey back home. It's a guy thing," she said to me studying the appliquéd numbers and Steelers emblem.
"That's because Maine doesn't even have a damn football team," I said loudly jabbing my finger at her.
I rolled my eyes. "It's a girl-cut jersey! See, it's form-fitting, and cuts close. I think it looks cute," I said looking down and examining my outfit.
"I don't think I've ever seen a girl wear a jersey back home. It's a guy thing," she said to me studying the appliquéd numbers and Steelers emblem.
"That's because Maine doesn't even have a damn football team," I said loudly jabbing my finger at her.
Beth ignored me and said, "Well, it isn't like it matters. You won't have it on for long anyway.
"How about a little faith in the straight girl?" I said, hands on my hips. "I do have some self-control!"
"Dude, he has DIMPLES. If someone even says the word 'dimples' I'm mopping you up off the floor."
"How about a little faith in the straight girl?" I said, hands on my hips. "I do have some self-control!"
"Dude, he has DIMPLES. If someone even says the word 'dimples' I'm mopping you up off the floor."
"So not true, and so not funny," I said as my face flushed. The fact is, it IS true. There is something about a set of dimples on a handsome face that sets my heart racing. I've just recently discovered that the man I am engaged to has an adorable set of dimples under his beard. We've been spending a lot more time together because of it.
"Seriously, you look really cute," Beth said before sniffing me. "And you smell nice too. Just behave yourself and don't do anything I wouldn't do....""That's a short list...."
"....and keep it safe if you do," she finished ignoring my interruption.
"....and keep it safe if you do," she finished ignoring my interruption.
Beth was about 3 years older than me, and although we'd only known each other for about 2 weeks, the two of us had grown very close. She introduced me to OTEP, and I introduced her to B-Side Stevie Wonder, we ate at awesome restaurants, and smoked under the stars on the beach. We played "Who is straight/gay/bi?" about celebrities too.
"Alicia Keys," she said triumphantly one night. We talked about orientation, and one of the things she said she liked about me was how fine-tuned my "gaydar" was. We'd go out for walks and she would gesture to an attractive girl, and ask me with her eyes, "Well! Should I or Shouldn't I???""Hmm," I'd said munching on Lays' chips. No Snyders in Chicago, it was Lays or nothing. "I think she could probably go either way, but I'm not so sure."
"Whaaaat????" Beth exclaimed at me. "No way, she's straight as an arrow." I shrugged my shoulders.
Needless to say it meant the world to me that Beth was playing the big sister role when it came to Damon. She never once berated or preached to me, just gave me advice where it was needed and kind words. It was nerve-wracking enough to be in another city where I knew very few people, let alone trying to strike up a bit of a romance. Beth really made the transition easy.
"Okay mom," I said to her grabbing my coat. It was almost 5:30, and I'd received a text from Damon saying he was about 2 minutes away. I blew Beth a kiss. "See ya after the game!"
Beth grinned at me and cocked her eyebrow. "Let the games begin!" she exclaimed.
As I stood outside looking up the street for Damon and his Thingamajig, a million thoughts raced through my brain: Should I do this? What if he makes a move? What if he doesn't like me? What if he's a crazy mass murderer? (Beth had also reminded me about her handy-dandy G.I. Joe, and that she would text periodically to make sure I was okay). I looked up the street when I heard a familiar "chug-chug-chug" coming toward me.
"Hey baby," Damon said out the window before parking the car, getting out and opening the door. "How you feelin'? You lookin' good."
Dimples. "I'm feeling ok, ready to watch the Bears get stomped," I said folding myself into the passenger side. Damon came around the car and got in before he answered. "Yeah I see, you all Steelered out with your cute little jersey on."
I smiled shyly. "Thank you. My roommate seemed to think I looked a little less feminine."
Damon frowned. "Hell naw, you look good as hell in those jeans. You hungry?"
Sure, I can cram another one of those hot dogs around the bowling ball of anxiety in my stomach. "No, I'm okay."
He nodded. "Okay, off to the game then."
We drove a short distance to an apartment building not far from the hostel, parked, and got out. The building was red brick, surrounded on all sides by other similarly built apartment buildings, and stretched straight up into the Midwest sky. People walked to and fro disappearing into the buildings, walking their dogs, and assisting their bike-riding children. It looked like an awesome place to live.
"Nice," I said to Damon as he put his arm around my shoulders. He was about 3 inches taller than me, and lean. I could feel his muscles through the sleeve of his t-shirt. If I was in any trouble, I could take him.
"What? The building or the view?" he said looking into my eyes. I turned away smiling and blushed.
"The neighborhood, it seems to be really nice. There are all sorts of people around here."
Damon looked at me with interest. "It's not like that in Pittsburgh?" he asked.
I shrugged as we climbed the steps, and stood in front of an apartment door. Damon fished for his keys. "It all depends where you are in Pittsburgh," I explained. "some neighborhoods are more divided than others." He nodded in understanding.
When he finally unlocked the door, he flipped on the light and I walked in behind him, closing the door. It was an efficiency, small, but neat. A couch ran against the wall in the living room, and a small bed was in the opposite corner. The tiny bathroom was around the bend, and the kitchen was parallel to the living room/bedroom space.
"Where do you sleep?" I asked him curiously, gesturing to the one bed in the room."Pull out couch," he told me walking into the kitchen. "The rent was jacked up in my last place, and I had to move out in a hurry, so my roommate was nice enough to let me crash on his couch. I've only been here for about 3 weeks," he explained handing me a can of Coke.
I took the cold can, removed my jacket, and Damon slung it across the back of the couch. He grabbed the remote control, and sat down, patting the space next to him. "We'll see who wins," he said as his eyes danced in their sockets. I shifted my eyes and sat down next to him.
We watched the first half of the game enthralled, alternating cheers and boos, with me calling foul balls every other play and calling for reviews. "Damn," Damon said to me after my 7th call in 10 minutes, "you Pittsburgh chicks don't play do you?"
I looked at him, my color high, and irritated. "How can you NOT call that? It was unnecessary roughness! Really, you can't just clothesline a safety and------"
His kiss caught me completely off guard, and spun me like a top. Aww dammit, I thought to myself, he's kissing me. Damon slowly released me with a soft nibble to my bottom lip. I willed myself to breathe and not keel over.
"You sexy when you all riled up over a football game," he drawled. With that goddamn growl of his. I gathered my courage, looked him straight in the face and said with all the seduction I could muster: "Well it ain't just when I'm watching football doll face." He chuckled in his throat.
An hour later I was curled up in a comforter sitting on the twin bed watching the last quarter of the game. I'd recieved 3 texts from a frantic Beth, and when I was finally able to extract my phone from my jeans on the floor, I quickly sent her back replies to assure her that I was okay. I'd lost half of my clothing (and could care less) and Damon was stretched out beside me with his head in my lap.
"Really!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at the 15-yard penalty assessed against The Steelers. The National Football League really had it in for them that night.
Damon jumped awake at my yell, "Damn baby calm down, you screamed enough already tonight," he said with a wicked smile. With my eyes never leaving the set, I gave him a playful shove, "Quiet. It's all good; no one called the cops to report a murder."
"But they might after the game," he said with a twinkle in his eye. God this guy is good, I thought to myself pulling the cover around myself more tightly. I made a face at him.
"Why you mean muggin' me?" he said with a laugh.
"I'm not," I said quietly returning to the game. Well, there goes the grad school, good girl image, I thought ruefully. He kissed my thigh, and I absently stroked the top of his head.
"Why you mean muggin' me?" he said with a laugh.
"I'm not," I said quietly returning to the game. Well, there goes the grad school, good girl image, I thought ruefully. He kissed my thigh, and I absently stroked the top of his head.
An hour after the game was over, I did a quick search of the place and found all lost articles of clothing (this wasn't too hard to do---the place was only so big) and Damon rode me back to the hostel. He pulled up in front, cut the engine to the Chug-a-Mobile and turned to me.
"I had fun tonight," he said simply, giving me a genuine smile."Me too." I bet you DID have fun tonight, I know I did.
"So maybe we can do it---something----again sometime," he laughed out loud when he caught his slip, and I laughed with him.
"Yeah. Yeah we definitely can," I said nodding in agreement. "I have class tomorrow. I need to get to bed." He leaned in and gave me a kiss that could have ignited the second Great Chicago Fire. "Sleep well," he said stroking my hair. I crawled out of the car, and waved to him from the door of the hostel.
Beth was asleep with only a small lamp on when I walked in the room, and I tried not to wake her to no avail. A green eye popped open at the sound of the door creaking, and she sat up giving me a blank stare.
I stared back at her from my place in front of my bed. My once neat hair was loose around my face, my jeans wrinkled, my jersey askew, and I held my long-sleeved black t-shirt in my hand. Neither of us said anything for a full minute.
Beth blinked at me and took in my appearance. "How was the game?"
I blinked back. "Great. Steelers won."
We stared at one another for another full minute.
"Did you play it safe?" Beth asked me.
"Yes. I played it safe. Quite a few times," I said clearing my throat.
Her lips twisted as she studied me. "'A few times'?"
My eyes dropped to the floor.
Beth smiled and sat up. "I want details. NOW."