It was a great date – until she opened her overnight bag

I wondered if maybe I was the problem; being judgemental isn’t my style (Picture: Annie F Bennett)I woke up the morning after our date, groggy and blurry-eyed.I turned over, saw she had left to go to work (as we’d discussed), and rolled out of bed. My feet hit the floor and abruptly stopped mid-step as – once again – I found myself face-to-face with Winnie the Pooh.Rural Tennessee is not exactly teeming with romantic options for young lesbians. When I lived the