As a queer lady, you're probably used to waltzing through life as the minority in the room — so if you're out in public and feel your radar pinging on someone?
Well, it looks something like this:
And I mean, not wrong.
It's a tale as old as time. An unexplainable feeling.
It begins with spotting someone across the room / street / bar. Maybe they're walking just so or their haircut suggests something you can't put your finger on. Whatever it is, you're pinged.
Now, you're not one to stereotype — but sometimes the facts cannot be denied.
Things get creepy real fast because you can't stop staring.
You're not staring because you're trying to be flirty, but simply because of that "hey, me too!" feeling.
Or maybe you are checking her out, but this is about the unspoken lady-loving bond.