Monday, September 24, 2007

On the couch

The squaddie rings to say he's coming over, and would I mind if he brought a friend, who turns out to be a therapist.

I don't know whether to expect a threesome or an intervention.


FireFawkes said...


How was your session? Inquiring minds want to know.

Skip said...

Honestly, one draws a discrete veil! Especially when there are no funny bits.

The squaddie turned up, on his own. The therapist cancelled. Instead we spent a weirdly couply hour, drinking wine and trying to order up friends of his from the 'dar ("You'll like Mick. He's scary-looking, but ya can see he's really pretty. And once he's naked he's a sweet lad. Let me see if I can find a pic of his face.").

Then we gave up ordering men (either too many or not enough) and just drank some more wine and had a laugh. And he told me about his feelings and his boyfriend and some stuff about his ex wife that made my hair curl.

And then, after a bit, he went home, and I went out drinking with lovely people. The End.