Pursue+Esmerelda

You decide that in the words of William Shakespeare, "Absence from those we love is self from self- a deadly banishment."

You clear your throat. "I'm so sorry! Let me make this up to you.Would you like to get some sushi after work?"

Esmerelda looks agrivated. "Sushi hardly accounts for my six hundred dollar shoes. But sure!"

You can hardly contain your excitement. When work is over you rush to Esmerelda and walk her to your Oldsmobile Cutlass. She gets in the passenger seat and sighs. "Can we listen to some music?," she asks. You nod and with that, Esmerelda pulls her ipod out of the patent leather Chanel purse in her ipod. She plugs the ipod in and your heart skips a beat. Not only is Esmerelda beautiful... she also holds a classy, refined taste in music. Blooming out of the speakers is Mozart's "Concerto in C Flute and Harp K299".

You look at Esmerelda in awe as she softly hums to the music. You've tried, countless times, to introduce the beauty of Mozart to Sue. She never took a liking to it. Esmerelda says something, interrupting your thoughts.

"I actually don't like sushi. Can we just go to my apartment instead... I think the game's on."

You repress a shriek. "Um... okay," you mutter shakily.

When you arrive at her cluttered apartment, you are stung with the scent of Gorgio Armani's Acqua Di Gio cologne. You look around. Why does Esmerelda's apartment smell like a man? You hear a clang in the kitchen. Suddenly, a well-muscled woman around your age appears and walks towards you with a smile on her sturdy face. "Good Evening," she says, "I'm Katereena."

<--- Katereena

You are stunned. This woman almost looks like a man with her bare eyes and harsh complexion. "Um, hello,"

She opens her tattooed arms and gives you a hug. As you're webbed in her arms, you come to terms with a strong realization. Katereena is wearing the cologne.

"You smell nice," you begin.

Katereena lets out a stiff laugh. She looks at Esmerelda. "I'm assuming he doesn't know?" she says.

Esmerelda shrugs, "I didn't have time in the car."

"What's going on?" you ask.

"I'm lesbian." Esmerelda whispers eerily.

All of a sudden the world seems to spin out of control. You woozily take a step back and stare at Esmerelda. Nothing about her indicated her interest in women. Her brunette waves danced around her slender face flirtatiously. Her legs were shaved and sparkled as if she'd just applied body butter to them.

"Then why," you ask,"would you agree to go on a date with me?"

Esmerelda looks at you slyly. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind." she says.

Well... do you?

I Don't Mind

Of course I mind