Girl Talk

Girls talk. We just do. As catty as we sometimes are, we absolutely love to talk. To almost anyone. When I was working in a nearly all female organization, I still needed to talk. After a while in the organization, a new woman was hired who described herself as a JAP (Jewish American Princess).

I have lived in the Savannah area for "a while", and I really did not know there were many Jews in the Savannah area (there are actually a fair number, it turns out, and they are active in the community). I am not prejudiced – in fact cultures fascinate me – I just had no idea that there was a small Jewish culture in the area. We become fast friends, partly because I never had a Jewish friend, and I wanted to know all there was to know about being Jewish. She talked about her upbringing (grew up in New Jersey, not Savannah), her culture.

Eventually, we began talking about sexual experiences. She assumed that I had lovers who had not been circumcised (I have not), and she wanted to know about these experience. She was fascinated with uncircumcised men – went online just to look at these types of images. As we began to share more, it became evident that she had many lovers. She was perhaps more experienced than I. And as our friendship deepened, we started talking about the more bizarre things we had done.

We were talking one day – bashing men, as I remember. I was telling her that my opinion was that almost any man would not remain faithful if given the opportunity. As the example, I pointed to the lone man in the office – "God-fearing accountant nerd". I said if I marched into his office, shut the door and offered to give him a BJ, he would let me even though it went against all of his principles. [Side note: If Clinton would have leveled with us, saying "Monica just dropped to her knees and started massaging my penis with her lips. What was I supposed to do? I didn't ask for it, but I just lost control.", clinton's actions would have not been questioned. Men would have said, "way to go" and women would have said "that Monica bitch" while privately thinking "I would have done the same thing."]

Anyway, getting back to the Girl Talk, we continued to talk about how eager men are to just be bizarre with anything in a skirt. Chubby chasers, teachers screwing students, the list could be quite long. Then my friend said, "Women are the same way." I disagreed, saying something about women being choosier, perhaps stepping out for other reasons but definitely in control.

Then my friend, let me call her Jenny for sake of discussion, did something I did not expect. She kissed me. We were sitting in a small shop – granted no one was in the office but us – and she kissed me. I was shocked, because of the kiss, but also because I returned the kiss, and my tongue began exploring her mouth.

I am not a lesbian – had one experience in college (which she did not know about) – and I was returning her kiss. Our lips parted, Jenny smiled and said, "See, you just kissed me. Why? Because there was opportunity to kiss me. Because you did not want to hurt my feelings, or whatever, but you acted out of character. Given opportunity, we will all do things out of character.

We never kissed again – we did continue talking about our conquests (we actually both had the same guy once) and other sexual subjects, but we never kissed again. And to answer an anticipated question, she was a wonderful kisser.