After endless delays, there was a break in the case. Georgette unearthed one of those obsolete statutes that usually make for nothing more than amusing trivia. The writers of the statute hadn't done it for the benefit of unkempt Setter-caretakers, but Georgette was sure that the law could be applied to my situation. I was off the hook. It was a bittersweet finale: I was nearly clean and sober, but once again merely average as a conversationalist with the opposite sex. Still, I took a shot. In the aftermath of the good news, I bantered about my Setter. It felt like an appropriate way to transition from my case into different territory. When I asked her out for a drink, Georgette said no. But there was hesitation. The hesitation seemed so fraught with meaning that that I seized on it as an opening — maybe I still had a little dazzle left after all. Georgette admitted that she'd been curious about me since we first met. The problem was, she explained, that I "pushed her buttons." I asked her how I pushed her buttons.
I didn't give up just yet, but I could tell that nothing was going to change her mind. She was watching out for herself. We still had most of our session left and we filled it with a friendly conversation not so far, after all, from chatting over drinks. I learned that she had a young daughter from her marriage. I learned that she was clinically depressed. I learned that she too had a pair of dogs, littermates. She described them as a kind of comedy team whose antics were practically the only thing that could make her happy lately. She opened up to me. If only my case hadn't dragged on, and I was still taking that unearthly dosage for which I now felt a deep nostalgia, I just might have talked her out of her qualms, buttons or no buttons. After our friendly chat I went home and got myself cleaned up. I looked in the mirror and saw an exonerated, tidy, responsible member of society, nearly detoxed, prepared to be reinstated to the day shift. Then I celebrated the Hail Mary victory in my case by breaking my detox schedule for the first time ever. I took triple my allotted dosage, patted my Setter on the head, and anticipated an hour or two of celebratory fantasizing. The only problem was that the chat I'd had with my PD had cast her in a new light. For the first time I'd seen her as someone who was not Georgette, who had her own life with its own share of sadness and disorder, a woman who'd been through a rough time with her ex, who had a daughter and quite possibly her own prescription to fill at Walgreen's. She'd become too much of an individualized person to take the part of Georgette in my eleventh-grade fantasies. I tried, but it just didn't happen. So instead I spent an hour or two of celebratory fantasizing about my not-Georgette PD. It was all completely chaste. I couldn't launch into mindless sex with the patient, compassionate woman who had worked a miracle on my behalf. We took our dogs to the dog park and the comedy team frolicked while my elderly Setter looked on, longing for the romps of her youth. Before the fantasy went much further, I felt myself growing woozy; it had been months since I'd taken such a large dose. The dogs played some more and my PD and I chatted. And then I slept. n°
13 CommentsRD commented on 08/06 TK commented on 08/06 CJ commented on 08/06 tern commented on 08/06 PI commented on 08/06 TD commented on 08/07 mp commented on 08/07 jp commented on 08/07 CJM commented on 08/08 TITS commented on 08/08 ja commented on 08/08 myth commented on 08/09
©2009 hooksexup.com
|
|
Cinema Sutra: Barbarella by Jack Harrison Young Jane Fonda shows how to take your clothes off — in space! /advice/ |
The Hooksexup Interview: It Might Get Loud director Davis Guggenheim by Emily Wilson On uniting Jimmy Page, Jack White and The Edge. /entertainment/ |
My First Time by You "I'm twenty-two now, and I'm only just starting to accept what happened..." |
The 21 Sexiest Elderly by Hooksexup Editors Fine wine and ripe fruit. |
Dating Confessions by You "I could really use a definition for this thing we've got going, so I can be sure I'm behaving appropriately." |
Best of Dating Confessions by You "There's nothing worse than your girlfriend getting a bad haircut. Nothing worse!" |
Miss Information by Erin Bradley I want to strip! But I don't know where to start... /advice/ |
New Releases: Film by Scott Von Doviak A Perfect Getaway plus three. /entertainment/ |