Comments on: After Therapy

By: V-Grrrl

V-Grrrl — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 05:05:09 +0000

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: Neil

Neil — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 04:22:44 +0000

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

By: Los Angelista

Los Angelista — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 02:00:06 +0000

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

By: Sue

Sue — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 00:29:39 +0000

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: teahouseblossom

teahouseblossom — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 23:58:40 +0000

Ok, Tony Soprano!

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

By: mrsatroxi

mrsatroxi — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 22:09:26 +0000

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: Not Fainthearted

Not Fainthearted — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 22:04:38 +0000

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: butterfly

butterfly — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 20:19:16 +0000

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

By: Belinda

Belinda — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 19:38:46 +0000

Yeah…stay in therapy.

By: wendy

wendy — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 18:00:14 +0000

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!