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The word at the bar is that she�s here. All of the bartenders titter to themselves with jealousy. �There she is,� they say. �The Lesbian Queen Bee.� Andrea Gamble, Katie and I calmly finish our beers as she passes unseen behind us. �See how all of the women just flock to her,� the bartenders quibble. �It�s always like this when she comes around.� We are escorted to our table by a waitress whom I find surprisingly sexy in a delightfully funky way. �Nice tie,� I say. And we both know that the tie is a requirement, but still� She almost blushes, �Thank you.� At the table we are all �Which one do you think she is?� and �What does it take to be a Queen Bee?� and �Does that mean she�s single?� And then I spot her. Wearing a Ralph Lauren T-shirt with a flag on the front and short greyer hair and laugh lines, 40ish and knows and loves it, with a Heineken and surrounded by women, all pretending to watch the baseball game but mostly watching her, watching them. And I think� �Well, Hell! I could be queen.� I catch her eye on my way to the bathroom and pretend that I don�t notice.we smile. I think for now, I�ll just settle for Princess. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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