Chapter 23: Someone to Love (based on Girl’s Love Stories No. 159, DC, May 1971)

Beth and I are friends since junior high. Friends like almost sisters. We do almost everything together, like the same kind of music, watch the same tv shows, like the same movies, have the same tastes about stuff. But unfortunately, we shared also a similar but shameful thing: our bad luck with the opposite gender.

I don’t know what and why happened, but we never had luck with men. We always tried to find the perfect man to date, but or we got cheated or the prince was more of a ‘frog’. We never found out why, but everytime we talked about our love lives, it was more of an upset time than a fun time.

“Alia, I guess we never will find the right guy”

“Take it easy, Beth ... one day he will come. I know he will...”

For more that we consolate each other, none of our dreams came true. It sucked how it seemed the men ditch us by any reason or any of them weren’t the ones that we were looking for. It was frustrating to feel in love with someone and then it came out to nought.

It was a shame, I must say...

But until we realized something that changed our lives forever.

There was one day that we both were at Beth’s bedroom, crying because of our last love failures, something that we always did and fortunately brought us even more closer every time was done.

“Alia ... Brett is such a scum! How I hate him to ditch me the way he did!”

“Believe me ... James isn’t any better ... I hate the way he didn’t answer my calls and he avoids me. Why he doesn’t tell me that he has nothing to do with me?”

“Yeah ... well, and now we are back here asking ourselves why we suck with men...”

“I am just tired for failing. Every day is exactly the same...”

“I guess we put too many hopes on us. We shouldn’t trust that much on boys.”

“I think it’s not that, Beth. Sometimes people haven’t much of the luck in that subject”

“Not having the luck? Come on, Ali! We are doomed to be alone forever!”

Our ‘complaints’ seemed not to end, until something I said maybe sparkled the whole situation.

“If all men could be so trusty as you, Bethie, I would be so happy...”

“What do you mean?”

“You are my best friend from long time! I feel I know you more than anyone else, bar my family. You are the only one I can trust...”

“I say the same, Alia...”

“But I am tired to be dumped! I want to find someone that I can love, I can trust ... someone like you...”

“Alia? W-What do you m-mean?”

“I don’t know ... really ... but you are the only one who listens and understands me, Beth”

“I am glad to be like that, Alia ... but why are you acting like that?”

“I don’t know ... I just thought how it would be if the two of us...”

“The two of us ... together?”

“Yes! Us, together! Why waste time with men if we have each other, Beth!”

“I don’t know ... Alia...”

I guess I was so desperate that I could do anything. I never thought myself as a lesbian and never had something like that for another girl, but who cares if you are alone and you need somebody right there, right at the moment.