She called herself a lesbian and even kissed another girl in the group with her, so I'm going with that rather than bi-sexual. And equally so, she was very feminist (which will show in the way she shit tested me).

Made eye contact from across the bar, I approached and engaged her. She was fairly drunk and the shit testing commenced. As someone relatively new to TRP (1 month or so) but having been through a few alpha periods of time in my past, it was fun to apply the principles I'd learned from this community.

One of the ones that consistently kept arising was that since I'm a man, I must be like all men in just trying to have sex. Instead of apologizing for being male (beta) I told her to count herself lucky to meet me since I wasn't most guys. The boldness and confidence behind that statement made it seem like maybe I was a jerk, maybe I wasn't, but I certainly wasn't a pushover.

Then the strangest things started happening. This lesbian started to get aggressive. Intense grinding at a bar without much dancing in front of her friends. She started getting really handsy, as if she had never had permission to touch another guy like this before, and since I was very masculine it was seemed like the right thing to do. Overtly sexual behavior in front of her friends and told me a few times that I was the first guy she'd been attracted to in over 6 months. It was great for me as well because I didn't hold back much in being handsy either.

But every so often she needed would turn to shit test. And it all evolved around me being male and the way men are. The continual re-affirmation of what I stood for kept getting her more into it. Interesting cycle indeed.

Follow that with her friends, who I did not engage with or even try to say anything to. I'm an unknown guy coming into their group and scooping up their lesbian friend without so much as a word to them. Needless to say, they were extremely protective. They even got physical in removing my arms from around her or pushing me away. Pretty serious lioness pack mentality. More than one seemed to imply I was a manipulator and even perhaps some type of predator/threat, seeing as I was taking their lesbian friend away while she was drunk.

Needless to say, I didn't end up taking her home because of them, not me or the girl's interest in me.

I know enough to realize I should have introduced myself to the friends as well. But that's not the point of this story. It's more to center around the feminist attitudes out there and perhaps to comment on sexuality being more of a sliding scale than black or white (gay or straight). Cool to see that I could awaken a subdued but still existent sexual interest from a girl who identifies as a lesbian. Even more cool to me was getting a pretty serious feminist to be all over me.