"And he was wearing these fugly jeans." You grimace, as you tell your best friend all the details of the horrific date you had just come home from. "Right, that's enough. We're going out." Tashi tells you. Adorning your eyes with glitter, skirts and the sound of heels clacking along concrete as the two of you laugh your way down the darkened streets.

Hand in hand, as the two of you dance your way through vodka sodas. Tashi's hands caress your skin, mouths on mouths, as the two of you make out in the middle of bodies. It wasn't a rare occasion, that the two of you ended up with your lips on each others. Or sharing a bed when the night ended. You'd both act shy about it the next morning, but it would never stop it happening again.

Tashi would always get you ready for the god awful dates you'd go on, curse out your taste in men the second you got back and complained about how he wouldn't dance, or ask a single question. She'd never tell you how much she wanted to be the one taking you out on dates on a Friday night. She had what it takes, to be with a girl like you. Tashi just didn't know if you were willing to hear her out on the idea.

Laying with your heads together on the mattress after you got back from another date, as Tashi considers sharing her secret. Her eyes glisten, as she listens to you drone on about your latest conquest. Trying her best to act nonchalant, let you complain your way to the club with her, so she can have you for at least some of the night. "I'm through with these mega bummer boys." That snaps her out of her daydream. Did you really mean it? God, she had to know.

"You need a girl," Tashi tests the waters, trying to gauge your reactions. Study any flicker of agreement in your eyes. She's never nervous, yet right now? Her heart is in her throat. Her head turned towards you fully, waiting on your answer as you lay together. When you don't say anything, she pushes further. "A girl like me."