A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance
Mitch stared at her for a moment, his lips pursed before they eventually turned up into a rueful smile.
“I’m sorry too,” he said. “I think you’re great, Morgan; I wish I could change your mind but…if you’re not feeling it, you’re not feeling it.”
God, why does he have to be so sweet?
It really was making Morgan feel worse, and she was certain that if she conducted an informal poll of any ten eligible women anywhere in the world, ten out of ten would call her an idiot for ending things with a seemingly perfect guy.
***
She waited until she got home to call Naomi.
“What was wrong with this one?” Naomi greeted in lieu of hello.
Morgan toed off her shoes and then dropped heavily onto her sofa.
“Nothing!” she admitted to Naomi. “He is sooo super sweet! And he has these kind of Troy Aikman good looks also.”
“Well, being a lesbian, I’ll have to take your word that Troy Whoever is actually good-looking. So, if he’s so sweet and apparently handsome, what’s the problem?”
Morgan sighed.
“I don’t know, Naomi,” she said, a little surprised to hear a tremble in her voice. “He even wanted to take me to his place tonight. I could be, right now, having sex with a Troy Aikman lookalike.”
“So why aren’t you? And while you’re answering that question, I’m going to Google Troy Aikman, after you tell me how to spell Aikman.”
Morgan spelled the name and then wondered how to answer Naomi’s question when she couldn’t even answer the same question for herself. In the end, she decided to just blurt out the only words that were coming to her mind.
“I just felt nothing, Naomi,” she said softly. “No desire, no lust, nothing. As we were leaving the restaurant, I realized that I felt like I was on a date with my brother instead of a man.”
“I am so telling Seth that you don’t think he’s a man.”
Morgan chuckled.
“You know what I meant.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m looking at pictures of this Troy Aikman guy and quite frankly I don’t see the appeal.”
“Says the gay woman,” Morgan retorted. “God, what is wrong with me, Naomi? I’m thirty-six-years-old, never been married, never even gotten close! And so far, my longest relationship has been, what? A few months?”
“Okay, that settles it,” Naomi stated firmly.
“That settles what?”
“You need a break from men, darling. I think maybe you’ve burned yourself out with all this dating. And maybe you’re putting too much pressure on yourself also. That might be what’s affecting your libido. So, tomorrow night, you’re coming out with me!”
Morgan found herself perking up a bit. Naomi was right; she had been dating too much. She had spent most of the past year going out with man after man without once feeling any kind of spark. If she kept this up, she’d have to move to San Francisco to find a single male she hadn’t been on at least one date with because she was certain she had gone through Southern California’s supply of them.
“What are we going to do?” she asked Naomi.
“We’ll go to my coffee club tomorrow night! I can’t believe I’ve never taken you before. It’s always fun.”
“Coffee club?”
“Yeah, a bunch of us lesbians get together, go to La Vida Mocha downtown, sample exotic coffees and eat chocolate. All that’s missing are cats.”
Right on cue, Morgan heard one of Naomi’s cats meow.
“Are you sure I’ll be allowed to come?”