I light her cigarette and George inhales. She looks incredible in the silver metallic dress I made and as she smokes in front of the mirror, she twists and turns and admires herself. "Why isn't this shit in a store," she says, and I take a moment to realize I am having a marvelous time with the one girl I thought I would never be close to again.
Fourteen years ago, I met George at NYU and she quickly became my drinking buddy. Splitting pitchers, talking sex, and pretending to be lesbians to keep the creeps away, became our weekly tradition. She was the blonde debutante from Arizona and wherever we went, she was hit on first. This never bothered me, because I understood the "blonde thing" and any guy who went after the blonde first, did not interest me in the least. More importantly, I considered George to be an equal: sexually powerful, fearless, gorgeous, experimental, and bisexual. In fact, she was the only girl with whom I shared my new bisexual adventures.
Three years into my relationship with my man, we were having trouble. Looking back on it, we were in our early 20s and although we knew we had found true love, it seemed too early. During that year we cheated on each other, and I cheated on him with George. It was her first experience with a woman. Shortly thereafter, we broke up, and he started dating George. A year or so later, we worked out our problems, he ended it with George, and we have been together ever since.

Needless to say, it took some time for George and I to repair our friendship. "How can you ever trust her again," said one friend protectively.
"All of this drama happened years ago, first of all. We were different people then." My friend looks at me disbelieving. "But when I have opened my heart to someone, I will always love them. It was much worse feeling sad that I lost a friendship, or worrying that she hated me. Being able to be a good friend to her now helps me to forgive myself for behaving badly then."
"I don't know," says my straight friend. "I don't like when my man talks to former girlfriends. It makes me crazy."
"All my life, I was taught to distrust girls. Always thinking, she's trying to take my man, or she's trying to sabotage my relationship. I am done with being suspicious of other women. Jealousy and fear just brings me less friends and more enemies. It's too much work."
I sip my tea and my friend smiles. "I don't know," she says. "What you're saying is nice and all, but there are some crazy girls who will do anything to steal a man."
"Perhaps. But George is responsible for so many good things in my life now. She helped find my therapist who changed my life, got me my first designing gig, and now she's taking care of our NY place while we're in LA."
"I can't believe you're letting her stay in your place."
I am beginning to get impatient with my friend. "Look, when I come home, my place is clean and smelling of pretty girl. Plus, it's helping George and I to email each other more often. We're becoming REAL friends again, which even with all my positivity, I never thought would happen."

George wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me tight. Around us, my husband (and her former boyfriend) takes pictures for my portfolio. Seven hours have gone by as we drank wine, smoked, tried on samples and took pictures. Laughing and touching each other, it is amazing to see there is no more tension between us.
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