The chances of anything coming from Venus are a million to one...

In fact probably less... I (f, 40s, uk) braved a night at a lesbian bar event alone this Saturday. I've tried dating apps and results have been disappointing so ok, I think, a load of lesbians in one room, this could work.

Got dressed up, couldn't drink as I was driving so had to just rely on my own confidence (😬) I managed to get chatting to a nice lady, similar age, similar interests... we're laughing, clicking...

This could happen, my little brain excitedly tells me, you could be in luck! Cut to us on the dance floor, she grabs me and we're cosying up and grinding like two teenagers... then we kiss... oh this is just great.

She leaves a bit later with friends, we exchange numbers. I want to text right away but leave it till the next day to try a be slightly cool: would like to see you again, I think you're really nice, etc.

Then, the inevitable (?) reply of I just want to be friends, I have a lot going on right now. I mean, what is the bloody point? Meeting a lesbian is hard, you finally find one and then that 👆 Sorry to be so negative, but its Monday and I'm fed up!