tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648545.post1740468817018598266..comments2023-10-22T07:42:55.369+00:00Comments on Skip's Acorn Treasury: On the couchSkiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153208735469088823noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648545.post-76849360214940943382007-09-25T17:42:00.000+00:002007-09-25T17:42:00.000+00:00Honestly, one draws a discrete veil! Especially wh...Honestly, one draws a discrete veil! Especially when there are no funny bits.<BR/><BR/>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.").<BR/><BR/>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.<BR/><BR/>And then, after a bit, he went home, and I went out drinking with lovely people. The End.Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15153208735469088823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648545.post-25753940057177676622007-09-25T17:19:00.000+00:002007-09-25T17:19:00.000+00:00So...How was your session? Inquiring minds want to...So...<BR/><BR/>How was your session? Inquiring minds want to know.FireFawkeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693000277584413212noreply@blogger.com