Dedalus,
My mom was wondering how the bovine metaphor would apply to lesbians ... guess we'll have to wait for another brilliant nature analogy for that one!
<snicker> Y'know, before I stepped in right in a big, steaming pile of The Truth, I, like many 16-year-old girls, had a boyfriend. He was sweet, good-looking, charming and a wonderful friend, and he was DEFINITELY interested in me in every sense of the word. Interestingly enough, we never went past kissing. I just never wanted to; I thought it was because, as much as I liked him, he just wasn't "The One."
Before the boyfriend was some guy I'd known before who I made out with in a shopping mall. (He was good-looking, I guess; he looked like a guy who most girls would find attractive.) Anyway, he liked it; I felt absolutely nothing, even though plenty of other girls had told me it was fun. As with the boyfriend, I assumed that it didn't feel right because he wasn't The One.
Many years later, I had a best friend -- a girl. One day, she kissed me, and I swear that I saw fireworks and heard the sound of violins. I FINALLY knew what all the fuss was about, and to be honest, it took everything both of us had to keep our clothes on through the end of the day. Even though we're just friends again and I don't think we're in love, it's still all but impossible for us not to steal a kiss now and then.
Since I'm pretty sure that this has absolutely nothing to do with making babies, I'm every bit as curious as your mother is!
*Rochelle.
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"Most men complacently accept 'knowledge' as 'truth'. They are sheep, ruled by fear."
-- Sydney Losstarot, "Vagrant Story."