You and I are more similar than you think

By Ash on 10.25.07 12:48 am

Sophia could be wrong. I rarely shave my legs unless I want to get lucky.

By Michele on 10.25.07 4:17 am

I am not a therapist and I never shave my legs. I just needed to get that off my chest.

By brettdl on 10.25.07 6:09 am

I’d say a Peruvian waiter sounds like a heck of a lot more fun than any therapist.

By patois on 10.25.07 6:33 am

i wish i were like a man, where personal-hygene=hitting-on-me

By margaret on 10.25.07 7:25 am

Don’t worry about it. It’s called transference. You’re SUPPOSED to fall for your therapist. Then you spend years talking about it.

By Rhea on 10.25.07 7:50 am

I could never date a therapist. You would NEVER be allowed to be irrational, and I need a lot of room for that.

By nabbalicious on 10.25.07 7:50 am

i would never want to get involved with my therapist- they’d always be dissecting me and asking me how things “feel”- ugh!

By sizzle on 10.25.07 8:07 am

Dude, Peruvian waiters can be really hot. Thank god it’s not a cliche, or I would just have to settle for being cliche’.

By churlita on 10.25.07 8:13 am

I never fell for any of my therapists–in my transference, I was far more likely to think of them as a “mommy” substitute. On the other hand, with my oedipal issues, maybe that’s the same thing.

By Danny on 10.25.07 9:32 am

Danny — That’s because you didn’t have my therapist. There is no way I would mistake her for my mother.

By Neil on 10.25.07 9:38 am

Don’t fall for the therapist! Their odd people. Really odd. I worked in the counseling center in college; trust me when I say they are not like other people.

But then again, neither are you.

By Finn on 10.25.07 9:54 am

Sophia, Sophia, Sophia–you have my eternal admiration, not to mention sympathy. I’d have flattened the noodnick halfway through that whine.

By By Jane on 10.25.07 10:08 am

Not being cliche’ is in a way, becoming cliche’

What you had there…was a moment of real.

Good. now, go have another.

And I consider anybody who is not my daughter… who brings me food to eat… extremely sexy!

By wendy on 10.25.07 11:00 am

Yeah…stay in therapy.

By Belinda on 10.25.07 12:38 pm

*giggle* *heeheehee* *gives Sophia a gold star* **giggles some more** snort

By butterfly on 10.25.07 1:19 pm

I’m with Danny. I was way more likely to think of my therapist(s) over the years as parental substitutes than objects of romantic attention. Probably is a clue why I needed so much therapy.

Of course, it was true that the last one (and the one with whom I did the best work) actually had an uncanny resemblance to my father. Like a 2nd cousin twice removed resemblance.

Or it could have been that he was Jewish.

By Not Fainthearted on 10.25.07 3:04 pm

Sometimes I wish my therapist could be my friend. I really like her.

Of course, that could just be my “need for approval” speaking.

Ha!

By mrsatroxi on 10.25.07 3:09 pm

Ok, Tony Soprano!

My therapist is really fat old guy. He is like a grandfather to me.

By teahouseblossom on 10.25.07 4:58 pm

I am a therapist. I am like other people. Really.
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t. (I don’t want to know what my clients think about me when I don’t comb my hair.)
Depending on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes. It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul.
There, I said it.

By Sue on 10.25.07 5:29 pm

How’d you know she’d just shaved her legs? Does she usually cross them and they’re hairy?

By Los Angelista on 10.25.07 7:00 pm

Angelista — That is a good question. For some reason, I just knew…

By Neil on 10.25.07 9:22 pm

Neil,

She shaved her legs for a rendezvous with HER therapist. She was fantasizing about him while you were talking. That’s why she was so distracted.

Keep talking….

By V-Grrrl on 10.25.07 10:05 pm