Neil: Sophia, let me ask you something. When I was with Pamela today (editor’s note: this week I’m calling my therapist Pamela), I couldn’t help noticing that she had just shaved her legs, and she wasn’t wearing any stockings, and she was sitting with her legs crossed, so they were right in front of my face.
Sophia: So what?
Neil: Do you think she was hitting on me?
Neil: Do you think she was hitting on me as a TEST — a psychological test — to see how focused I was, or whether I could keep my concentration on my own issues?
Neil: It’s very intimate in there. I’m telling her all these personal things.
Sophia: That’s why it is called therapy. You’re paying her for that.
Neil: So, she wasn’t hitting on me?
Neil: You’ve never thought about your therapist… in that way?
Neil: I don’t believe you. You never felt anything for him?
Sophia: No, it’s way too obvious. It’s a cliche. Falling for your therapist.
Neil: I see… and you don’t do cliches.
Neil: So, you don’t think about other men?
Sophia: I didn’t say that. I said falling for your therapist is a cliche.
Neil: So, who do you think about?
Sophia: Well… there’s the waiter at the Peruvian Restaurant. He’s really good-looking.
Neil: You’ve thought about the waiter at the Peruvian Restaurant?
Sophia: Well, it’s not a cliche.
Neil: So, are you insinuating that falling for your therapist means the person is… boring?
Sophia: I never said that, either.
Neil: You insinuated that.
Sophia: You know, you should talk to your therapist about this.
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