"Naughty girl. I'm going to stop flirting now and take a cold shower."

What is modern dating? Modern dating is spending three hours flirting with someone via text messaging. Modern dating is getting a thumb cramp from using the number keys to spell words. Oh so modern, n'est-ce pas?

I recently declared in this blog, ". . . there's no way in hell I'm getting caught in the middle of a four way dyke drama." And for those keeping score at home, it took less than a week for my convictions to crumble in a sepia haze of jack & cokes, beer, and amaretto. I don't recommend drunken sex, but it did the trick.

Having spent the rest of Saturday afternoon ex-haust-ed from the shenanigans, I somehow managed to find the energy to go out for karaoke with Lesbian Club members. Things got surreal when AC, a rival suitor, showed up at the bar and confided how she was trying to screw up the courage to kiss Val.* So when Val arrived by midnight, AC aggressively kicked up her flirting. All I could think was, She was naked in my bed less than 24 hours ago. She likes me better, so nyer!

Before this begins to paint Val in a bad light, she later did the right thing and sat AC down, telling her that she only wants to be friends. Holly and I were drinking beers a couple yards away and from the corner of my eye I could tell that AC was not amused.

So that was my weekend. Honestly I expected more response, dear readers. Perhaps a collective gasp or a virtual slap on the back or even a harrumph of disapproval. The best I got was a, "Rock on with your bad self!" email from Signe. And though it's probably far too early to don a flight suit and declare "Mission Accomplished!" in the five month OFTL campaign, a crucial victory has been achieved.

Hooray for tackling!

* From now on, VM will be known as Val.