Yes, couples therapy.
We are at it again, seriously. Session #3 with the straight guy, who right now we both kind of like, but since that can swing back and forth at a moment’s notice, well, all you can do is stay tuned in and hope I am inspired to write about it (or that I am inspired and able to keep from talking about my partner or her issues except in the most superficial and non-blaming way, because as I’ve said before, writing about your partner’s intimate life on the world wide web is not the way to keep a marriage).
So, we were out at dinner with another couple, good friends of ours, and I said to my partner, “I think of this one as the Stork,” and she said, “Yeah, that fits.” And I was like, “He’s really tall, so I tried to think giraffe, but stork kept coming up.” And then the guy in the other couple said, “Do you name all your couples therapists after animals?”
My partner and I looked at each other. And I was like, “No, only the last two. Before the Sheepdog and the Poodle, let’s see, there was Oingo-Boingo and Niminy Piminy. Names seem to go in phases.”
Then I had to tell the story of how I had my individual therapist in my email address book under “Dimwit,” but then I emailed her and she could see that, which did not make her very happy. The other couple found this very funny. Very, very funny. I had to take the nickname off, and it was the only time I ever got caught in this little game.
Let us hope no other therapist reads this blog.
Metta for therapists. Even though I don’t mean it. I’m just not that spiritual. Still.