Conversation with the boy.
Him-- at a "dorm party," couldn't hear me over the commotion "Chug it, Jenny.... Who wants to play strip beer pong... Shh I think I hear the R.A.," started to say "I don't know, I'm not sure what I want..."
Me-- in a cab on my way back from Gallery Hop, tingling from the spider roll, twin dragon roll, Lycheelicious martini(s), asked him "Can you go somewhere so I can hear you," heard myself say "We could make an appearance at the dorms," realized what I just said, stopped his rambling with "Call me when you do know..."
A term I learned on "In Treatment" the other night: erotic transference-- common occurrence in psychotherapy in which a patient projects positive feelings and qualities associated with their parents onto the therapist, mistaking the connection for romantic love.
A question for my hypothetical therapist: What exactly am I doing?
About Me
- Josie
- Spain
- Calling from a small island in the Mediterranean, and Barcelona, respectively.
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I experience erotic transference on a daily basis. With therapists, teachers, little old ladies on the street, Sally Field. You name it. I might be experiencing it right now.
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