Anybody remember this from back in March, where I was "raisined" by the girl bartender with a hot-ass? Of course, everybody does.

Anyhow, I'm sitting on *Myspace last night, really quickly checking to see if any hotties had left me their number.

They didn't.

But I checked my 'sent' box to see if any of the people I'd sent messages to yesterday had read what I wrote.

They hadn't.

I'd sent one to my friend, Michelle, The Bartender, asking if she found a place in uptown yet, and one to my friend Susan seeing how her move this weekend went.

The Girlfriend, who was over at the time, comes up behind me and sees the girl in the weird pink outfit and says "You know Michelle [last name I don't remember]?"

"Yeah. How do you know Michelle?" I says.

"She used to live with my friend Janelle. Michelle is a big ol' lesbian." she says.

Do you hear that sound? That whistling sound? It's the same sound you hear in every Roadrunner cartoon ever made. It's the sound of my Wile Coyote dream running off a cliff and plummeting to the bottom of the canyon.

So, there you have it; the girl that raisined me is a lesbian. And The Girl knows lesbians; she said her sister eats at the Y frequently. And I didn't even know they had a snack bar!

I still contend that she's bi,(that's just me holding on to something that never existed, probably), and I wasn't about to tell The Girl why I thought that. I don't know what's worse, though; the fact that I thought I had a shot with her in the first place, or that I'll probably still think the same thing the next time she rubs my arm and pours me a pint.

Right now it's too close to call.

*Shut up. Just shut up.