"God doesn't close a door without opening another."

This as may be or as may not, but seems to me it's more that you don't come to one dead-end without recalling a window a few turns ago you could probably fit through. A door closes and you remember that left turn you didn't take yet. Or where you left your lockpicking set.

Y'see, fourth lesbian this calendar year. Possibly fifth, but I'm not so sure the missing one realizes it just yet. Now, morally I got no objection to such things. Attraction is attraction. Love is love. Getting it on involves rubbing, whatever. Rationally, much the same for a big picture. Almost makes more sense, lotta ways. What ya gotta realize, though, is that this has been mostly a solo voyage long enough to grow longer teeth, catch my meaning. Now, they ain't all been lesbians. Some been married. Some moved half a country away or half a world, travel to taste I imagine. It don't matter much how long a shot they might be in the normal romantic environs, the fact that it ain't so much a "No thank you" as a "No hablo muchacho", see? Well now, I've made some good mates out of the space of'em, but lets say my old lady ain't even born yet, far as that goes. If'n I were lesbianic meself, I'd be in a right benny place. These ain't just lovely ladies of sappho here, they smart, charming, interesting lovely ladies of sappho. All very disappointing.

Doors, on the other, say that we gotta have another path by now. Well, so far, possibly, though very small, a la Willy Wonka's little open-and-shutter to the World of Pure Imagination and candy-cane trees, knowumsayin'? This most recent, a lovely little science number, has a roommate. A straight roommate. Smart, interesting, cute as hell.

And twice as shy.

Now, I'm not much of a pussyfooter and I don't much encourage such actions, but the real worry is that I may come as a bit of a blowhard, sorta too loud, too bold.

Funny thing is, I'd noticed her about, but never had no real excuse for to introduce myself. Now I do.

And worries ain't no stoppers, just worries.
Gonna ask that lass, if'n I can. If'n she ain't previously obliged, that is.
Hey well, wish some luck this way if ya got some.

Still, you gotta admit, it's an awful lotta high-quality lesbians.
Wotta strange bit that is.
Can't even play the matchmaker, ain't none of'em much compatible.
Strange world.
Strange, strange world.