Taking Your Girlfriend to Work

Jenny and I had been dating for about three months or so, and although I was really beginning to like her, I had the slightest suspicion that she was keeping something from me. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but toward the last few weeks I had begun to feel doubtful about her. I was thinking of sitting down with her and talking to her about it, but we were on our way to a Christmas party in the city and I didn't want to bring the topic up that evening.

The party we were going to was being hosted by a close friend of mine from high school, and I had been very open with her about being bisexual. The fact that I was bringing a female date along with me didn't matter to my friend at all. Jenny, on the other hand, was still very much closeted around family and friends. Throughout my friend's party, she seemed very withdrawn, a little aggravated even. I thought maybe her being so far in the closet was what had been bugging me this whole time, that maybe this was the problem with our relationship and why she seemed so awkward at the party.

As we were leaving the party, Jenny asked if we could make a brief stop at one of her friend's places on the south side of the city. I told her that would be fine, so we hopped in her car and she sped down to 95th Street. She pulled down a dark alley and told me to wait in the car as she had some business to take care of inside. Mildly frightened being alone in a car on the south side at midnight, I watched her closely as she greeted her friend at the door in the alley way. Upon closer examination, I discovered she was selling and/or buying drugs from her "friend!" After several long minutes, I saw her vanish behind the door, heard sirens from a police car blocks away, and decided NOT to sit around waiting in the car but instead grabbed my purse and ran for the closest L stop.

I tried calling Jenny's cell phone a few times while waiting for a train, but she never answered. The following morning I tried to call her again, but she still didn't answer. Needless to say, she never called me back either, and I never got the chance to sit down with her and talk things out as I had hoped to. Oh well, at least I figured out what had been bothering me so much: apparently, Jenny was a drug dealer.

~ Alice