There, I let it out. I poured my guts out to complete strangers. I don’t want to know any of them with the exception of Amber and that will only be for an occasional night with no commitment. Jill’s a possibility, but that would only occur if Amber wasn’t available. What am I doing letting these thoughts run around in my mind when the woman I love with all my heart is ten feet away sitting next to The Sage with a bemused smile.
Amber raised her hand and glanced toward J, “I have no clue who you are talking about. I think she’s frigid. I’m not frigid. You are the hottest, sexiest doctor I’ve ever wanted to have.”
J’s spoke in a tone a feral cat might make before it attacks a rat, “She is not frigid.”
I had to partially agree with Amber. The opposite sex almost uniformly consider me a sex object.
“How do you know this?” my conscience interrupted.
“Intuition,” I said. “Leave me alone. I like the direction the group is taking.”
“Doctor Sanderstuff? Doctor Sanderstuff?”
“Yes, The?” I acknowledged the Sage by his first name. I wanted to show the group my sensitive side.
The Sage pulled his lanky, six feet three inch frame erect. I said, “Before you say anything, you look like hell. Are you on a starvation diet? I’ve seen better looking specimens standing on street corners holding signs that say, I’m honest. I need money for booze. Please help me.”
“I resent that, Doctor Sanderstuff. I am a vegan. I have the healthiest diet on the planet. You would look as good as me if you ate like me.”
The group started laughing and so did I. I don’t think a psychologist is supposed to laugh at patients. I think that kind of thinking is why psychologists get bad press. I said, “I think it’s pronounced vay gan.”
“It is not. It is pronounced the way I said it, vee gan. I’m tired of this argument. I have it all the time. I think I can help you win over your woman.”
“Don’t go there,” said Amber with an edge to her voice.
J patted The Sage on the back, “Go there. This will be interesting.”
“Is she part of our group? Is she on work release from the state prison?” asked Amber.
“Who are you referring to?” I asked Amber knowing who she was referring to, but I wanted to hear J’s voice. It is like the angels singing. Her voice is the song in my heart. It is the melody in my mind.
“Her,” said Amber pointing at J.
“I hope that finger is not pointing at me, because if it is, I might get up and walk over to you and break it,” said J.
I needed to break the tension between the two women who are fighting over me. It’s a terrible burden to carry, being loved by two women and not being able to let go of either one. I said, “I’m getting bored The. What’s your advice?”
The Sage gave Amber a smirk, then turned toward me and said, “Have you considered asking this beautiful woman to meet you at a coffee shop and asking her to tell you her story? Personally, I like to ask a woman on a first date to go to a farmer’s market with me.”
Tito and Prince started laughing and giving each other high fives. Then Jill said, “I think The is still a virgin. Tell me if I’m wrong, The.”
“I’m waiting for the right woman,” said The.
“Good luck with that one,” said Prince who fell off his chair and rolled onto the floor, the laughter spilling out of him like a river overflowing a dam after a torrential rains.
“You’re losing control of the group. I warned you this was a bad idea,” said my conscience.
“Get lost,” I said. Then I spoke to the group, “I am a Sanderstuff. I am a filthy rich, white man who has never worked a day in his life until this week. I will always be rich and I can buy everything but the woman I love.”
“I’m available,” said Amber.
“Most men know that,” chimed in J.
“Meow,” said Tito trying to sound like cat fight.
“Man, what’s else could this woman want?” asked Tito trying his best to sound like a Latino but not coming close.
“I don’t know. I’m confused. I’ve never been in love before. All the women I’ve known wanted to be with me because I’m filthy rich.”
“What’s wrong with that?” asked Amber giving me her sexiest pout. I’m wondering if I should ask her for cell phone number. I also wondered if the half way prison house allowed conjugal sex.
“Don’t go there,” said my conscience.
“I thought I told you to get lost,” I said.
“Me?” asked The.
“I was thinking out loud,” I said. Then I added, “I’m having a breakthrough. I should have recorded this session to send to the American Psychological Association. Maybe I can get Mother to write a paper about it, with my name as author and I can present it at their next annual meeting.”
The group broke into applause. Prince stood and said, “Bravo.” The rest of the group joined in the bravo chorus.
J spoke with a staccato beat, “What’s the breakthrough?”
“Glad you asked,” I said. “I’ve slept with lots of woman, but I’ve never been in love. I don’t know how to love. I think I’m in love and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know how to do it.”
J stood up, “Group’s over.” She wore a look that a Marine drill sergeant would envy. My sweet and sassy ebony angel could tell I was emotionally exhausted and the only thing to save me was her love.
Tito was the last member out and he closed the door behind him. I smiled at J and said, “How did I do?”
“We’ve got to talk. I’ll have lunch with you, but I choose the place.”
“Can I hug you. You made me the happiest man in the world. I’ll buy the wine. We’ll make an afternoon out of it and I’ll introduce you to Mother and Father tonight. We’ll soak in my tub. I’ll have Nicole bring us wine and light scented candles to set the mood for our first night.”
“No. No. No. Keep your hands off me. We are not going to have wine. We are not going to hang out together after lunch. I do not want to meet your Mother and Father. We are not going to soak together. We are going to talk, that’s all. Go to the bathroom and freshen up. You look a mess,” said J.
I caught a hint of a smile on her face as she turned and walked toward the door.