MAN REPELLENT.

Recently, I learned that when my best friend, who also happens to be a lesbian that it can be advantageous to have her with you in tight spots. Specifically, she can be a great help keeping unwanted suitors away. This story is a case in point.

Back in May, My best friend Katie finally graduated from Nursing School, receiving her Bachelor of Science Degree in Nursing. To celebrate this crowning achievement the two of us decided to spend a week in Orlando. So, we packed our bikinis, (along with a few other articles of clothing), hopped in the car and headed south. We made reservations at a LGBTQ Friendly resort in Kissimmee, just south of Walt Disney World. From there we were less than two hours away from either the Atlantic or Gulf Coasts. There was serious partying on our minds and we were two women on a mission--HAVE FUN!

We arrived in the early afternoon, so it was time to relax, have a wine cooler, put on our bikinis and the Coppertone and soak up some sun out by the pool. Now picture this, a big, high rise hotel, palm trees, lots of scantily clad women, (including Katie and I) with a few really sexy men mixed in, who, by the way, were on the prowl. Katie looked drop-dead gorgeous and apparently, so did I, as I found out to my displeasure.

Katie dove right into the deep end of the pool, whereas I sat down on a lounge chair ready for a tan. Enter, stage right came this man, who's eyes and attitude were aimed right at me. He was tall, dark, muscular and actually quite handsome. He was obviously Hispanic, either Cuban or Puerto Rican, a bit arrogant and overconfident. He must of thought that he was God's gift to women. He came over and sat down next to me and he had my undivided attention. I became a bit uneasy, it was very clear to me that this bad boy was trying to hit on me.

Now, I have issues with men. I was sexually assaulted in middle school, an event in my life that left me psychologically traumatized. That's the main reason why I feel much more comfortable around women. Men, on the other hand intimidate me. I will freak out if a man tries to get too close, and this guy was pushing my boundary too hard. I was beginning to panic, my heart was pounding and I was squirming in the chair.

Just then, Katie looked up from the pool and instantly saw the predicament that I was in. She also knew how men affected me. Immediately, Katie casually got out of the pool and walked toward me. She picked up her beach towel, wrapped it around herself, then said to me; "Hey babe! How you doin' ?" She then leaned over and kissed me, right there in front of lover boy, totally freaking him out. He was so repulsed by what he saw, he just got up and left. Katie's kiss also served to calm me down.

I was so relieved. I got up, Katie put her towel around my shoulders and we walked back to the elevator. In the elevator, I thanked her. Katie said; "No problem, you know I got your back. Let's just go back to our room, drink some more wine coolers, turn on the TV and cuddle." And we did just that.

Now as for lover boy, he probably found some other chick to hit up on. All I know is that he never bothered me again. In fact, the rest of our time in Florida was fun and otherwise, uneventful.



EmmaSylvester EmmaSylvester
26-30, F
1 Response Aug 17, 2014

Dang, I wish I had a lesbian friend to help me avoid being hit on. Can I borrow yours?