Dating down as a woman
Look boys, I get it. Going down on a girl can be wildly, wildly intimidating. Women are fierce, fabulous creatures. And vaginas are like these epic, mystical wonderlands glittering in the distance. No one wants to travel to an epic, mystical wonderland without knowing what the hell they're doing or where the hell they're going. You need a compass.
I think, in all of our lives, we sometimes hit milestones that we never saw adting. I guess they're what some describe as "aha moments" — those instances at which everything feels flipped on its head and you stop and think, "Oh, this is who I am. This is what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. This is what feels right. As a straight, cisgender woman, I certainly don't want to make any assumptions about what this is like, datingg I'd imagine it's similar to moving to a brand new city and immediately feeling you've more info home.
Here's The Perfect Way To Go Down On A Girl, As Told By Easy-Bake Oven Cupcakes
You need a guide. This is where I come in. Your trusty lesbian wing woman is here to help you navigate the art of women. I get the fear. The first time I traveled down under, I was scared shitless, too shh, let's keep that between us.
But you know what? I eventually figured it out. And you can too, boys. I promise. And the best part is, going down on a girl is actually incredibly fun and extremely satisfying once you get past the all-consuming fear.
But lez be real, no one is just BORN understanding the art of the oral sex except for lesbians, which is why I'm here to help you. You don't want to just recklessly go down on a girl with the ferocity in which you would devour a bloody steak and shot of whiskey.
There is a delicate craft to eating out. I think, in all of our lives, we sometimes hit milestones that we never saw coming. I guess they're what some describe as "aha moments" — those instances at which everything feels flipped on its head and you stop and think, "Oh, this is who I am.
This is what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. This is what feels right. As a straight, cisgender woman, I certainly don't want to make any assumptions about what this is like, but I'd imagine it's similar to moving to a brand new city and immediately feeling you've come home. You try something new — something you thought might be cool or fun or interesting —and suddenly find yourself feeling happier and more at ease than you ever thought possible. These women describe their first date experiences as eye-opening, effortless, and even revolutionary, and each of these stories has lit my heart on fire in the best way.
But I'll let them take it from here. Here's what five queer women had to say about their first date with someone of the same gender.
Prepare to melt. By Genevieve Wheeler. I was Ended a long-term, bad relationship at the end of February he cheated.
I was facing single-hood for the first time in five years. Started running again, lost 50 pounds, got a new career, moved miles away. When I was emotionally ready to re-enter the dating scene, I decided to expand my horizons.
I had never officially 'dated' a woman, but I had had a secret 'Friends with Benefits' situation with a female friend back in college. I wanted to be open to giving the real thing a chance.
Fast forward to the date. I had been talking to a girl I met on a dating site for a few days. We hit it off pretty quickly. The conversation flowed easily. She was gorgeous and clever, one of those 'I can't believe she's talking to me ' things.
We decided to meet for dinner at a hole-in-the-wall bar with a first-class gastropub menu. She was even more attractive in person, even more engaging. I was totally engrossed by her self-assuredness and charm. One of those people who exudes that aura of complete calm and control. I can't remember one lull in the conversation. We ordered beers and elk burgers and chatted until the bar crowd thinned to the last few people it was a week night, must clear out early.
I didn't want the night to end, so I suggested going for a walk over the nearby bridge. We walked for the next two hours, talking the entire time. It rained, and we kept walking - even after the stem of my cheap umbrella snapped in half - chatting with rain dripping down our faces. I was shocked at how natural it all felt, how naturally it came.
There was never a moment where I thought, 'This is with a girl. This is weird. By the time we got back to our cars — drenched — we had been out together for nearly five hours. We hugged goodbye. I was on Cloud Nine the entire drive home.