sometimes i think i should have been a sex therapist. i mean it… just a person who helps another to experience a frank, pleasurable activity, while delving into, and also healing whatever has caused the diffiulty. because i love people and love is ultimately the best healer. mostly when its directed at ourselves, and believed in.
sometimes i also think that i should have been a therapist for men who date online. because there is a lot going on here. a whole lot. some speed talkers, who text letter-long comments which show off a misunderstanding of intimacy, i think. … then there’s the guys who can barely text at all, and i envision very large fingers and tiny keys… who are also almost incommunicative in real life.
theres the photo gallery of men who think women want to know them by their fish-catching skills, or their car ownership abilities…. and you know, frankly, there probably are women who care about that stuff. i mean, i’ve heard that. 17 year olds in Wisconsin, for instance.
and i just want to help everybody out. if i could just get a word in…
i wonder if i should raise my ‘ask me advice’ rates… and at least get my monthly fees for the dating service paid off… huh.
oh my god. i realized i removed that option. shitakes.
i’m putting it back.
listen, if anyone wants to get a handle on something, you just let me know. i’ll not be working as a sex therapist, fyi. (guffaw-ing, chuckling and sneezing with my own hilarity…)
It should be in the upthere menu by the time i post this. for real. and i raised my prices…
because i’m good. i really am.