If I know one thing after watching nearly every lesbian movie ever made, it's the clear simple fact that movies lie. They tell us that the thrill of meeting someone just coming out and taking her to bed and into a relationship leads into some kind of K.D. Lang soundtracked happily-ever-after.
A while ago I was watching Imagine Me & You with another lesbian friend and as we reached that swirling, heady kiss at the finale, she blurted out, "First-timers are terrible kissers; if I was Luce, I'd probably be thinking, oh shit now I have to lecture this damned girl on finding the clitoris."