What is a Katydid you might ask? Normally a Katydid is a type of cricket but to me a Katydid isn't a cricket, or even an insect. A Katydid to me isn't an it, it's a person. A specific person named Sara.
"Let the fireflies go and let the Katydid in."
These are the words I should have listened to, but never did. Too afraid of people's criticism and reactions. This is the past five months of my life, out in the open for the world to read about. I'm the type of person to hide and never open up, I guess this is a great way to break the habit. I'm going to keep all the pictures that are relevant to my story in chronological order. Due to certain circumstances, that might not be possible but I will label pictures and what they are relevant to.
I met Sara on June 6th, 2010. Funny thing is that I thought of this idea coincidentally on December 6th, 2010. Happy anniversary, if you ever read this. We met through my best friend, Liz. It wasn't too long before we found out we had something in common, we were both flirtatious and promiscuous. I was immediately attracted to Sara, even though she wasn't my normal cup of tea. There was just something about her that made me want to get to know her, even on just the first day of meeting her.
At first, everything started off innocent enough. I was single at the time and I would always flirt with her whenever I saw her. She would always giggle, blush, and look away. She said it was her signature response when anyone flirts with her, I always thought it was adorable. We never saw each other alone though, we always saw each other when there were others around. I remember the night that Liz, Sara, and I were driving around and for some reason, personal massagers came into conversation. I look at Sara and say "Hey Sara, know what's a good personal massager? A LESBIAN." She did her normal giggle, blush, and look away response. Little did she know that this lesbian wanted to be her personal massager, for at least one night. I tried numerous times to drop hints but to no avail, so I gave up, especially since my ex and I were rekindling our relationship.
About a month goes by before I really see Sara again. The night I did see her again though, she was having a party at her house, of course alcohol was involved. For some particular reason though, my night was starting off pretty shitty. I had a car full of people and I was completely silent on the way there. My friends and girlfriend, Sam, left me alone and when we got there, they all went inside and gave me my space. As I sat outside alone, waiting for someone to come ask me what's wrong, Sara comes outside with Zeke, her adorable hedgehog. "They told me not to come outside, they said you would yell at me. But who can resist a hedgehog?" That's when I started to fall for her. Even though I have a reputation for being an intimidating, tall, scary lesbian, she didn't care. She still came outside just to see if I was okay. Which is usually what I want when I get into those moods, just to know that I'm not alone. Little did I know that moment was going to foreshadow big parts of Sara and I falling for each other.
We went inside after talking for a few minutes and I start drinking. Like a normal person, I become a huge flirt when I'm drinking and I don't exactly do the smartest things. During a game of Kings, Sara gets up to refill her drink. As she was walking by, I grabbed her by the shirt and kissed her. I felt something. I knew it wasn't because I was under the influence, I knew something had just been kick started. She was taken aback by it. She did her normal blush/giggle/look-a-way deal. Sam just sat there said "Well that's my girlfriend." She just thought that I was being my normal flirtatious self, and so did I, up until that kiss....
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