Connie sighed. "I might as well tell all," she said, "since you said it's OK for me to fling myself at you. Jeannie, I really like you an awful lot. I mean, I'm uh, really going wild about you." She wished she could say I love you, but surely it would sound too idiotic.
Jeannie laughed. "Well I really like you an awful lot, too. I think you're, uh, my kind of woman - or what would be my kind of woman, if I had a kind of woman. But you see - well, I'm gay. I've always been gay. I've wanked with lots of guys at this club. I think you need to know."
Now was the time. Connie had to ask - to seek and find her dream. "Well, I was kindof wondering if you might be a male lesbian." she said.