Valerie Walker

I don't know all the words.

But one day, she wrote that entire lyric on my door, like as a note.

Yeah, it was just adorable and very, very dope.

And we had this ritual where when we would go to dinner, I would go to her room, she would change out of her fabulously stylish outfit, but she was shy, so she'd go into her walk-in closet, and then we would continue to talk while she changed, and when she was in the closet, her voice would be muffled like this.

And then when she came out, it would be really clear.

And so one day I'm in her room and waiting for her to change, and I am playing with the stuff on her dresser, so I'm not really paying attention.

Her voice went from muffle, muffle, muffle back to clear.

And so I look up, except she had changed the routine and had come out of the closet not completely dressed, in her sweatpants and bra, and she was very easy on the eyes.

Okay, so now in that moment, I'm saying to myself, don't stare.

You're staring.

Oh my God, look at her eyes.

They're higher.

And so I'm, you know, having a little bit of a gay freak out.

And so, but we regulated, went to dinner and everything got normal once everybody had their clothes back on.

So, you know, super cool.

And she was just really just a great person.

Our friendship was so enjoyable.

And yet that's the casualty of being a lesbian, right?

Is the chemistry.

Women are so cool and dope.