Chapter 1 : Bruce the Therapist guy and Doing Just That
I rolled out of bed this morning to greet the bitter loneliness I had faced since Big left. It was a void not even shoe shopping could fill. I lit a cigarette and decided to call Charlotte to walk with me through Central Park. "Carrie, you want to feed birds and you're telling me you're not upset about anything?" I stared at her blankly, "I just wanted a change of scenery for a day, or maybe I'm going crazy and I want to bring you down with me." We walked along and finally she asked, "It's Big, isn't it?" "Why would I be thinking about Big? He's been gone forever." I stated, "I've been engaged and broken up, dating and broken up since then." "What about that Bruce guy, the therapist from SoHo, I thought you liked him."
Bruce the therapist guy, now let's see. He had to have his videos in alphabetical order and there was no way he would have sex anywhere but his bed. It was too weird to have it anywhere else. Talk about making a girl feel unappreciated, he was sleeping with 2 patients (in his bed I presume).
"Charlotte, that was not made to last." "I could set you up with my accountant, he just got a divorce after all. So if you can't find anything meaningful there's always the sex."
I couldn't believe that came out of her mouth.
"Hun, I'm just not sure that's what I want right now." I replied.
If I had wanted good sex I would have run down to the club and found the nearest available guy wearing a Rolex and a nice white band where he had taken off his wedding band to try and score. Ack, when was the last time I used the word score? Later that evening I did just that. But the men I found were not what I had expected. So I ended up in Bruce's bed.
"Told you you'd come back." He smiled.
I felt sick, how could I have degraded myself like this? I had to get out and after a quick sack session with a man I knew I would forever run to when I wanted some, I did just that.
I rolled out of bed this morning to greet the bitter loneliness I had faced since Big left. It was a void not even shoe shopping could fill. I lit a cigarette and decided to call Charlotte to walk with me through Central Park. "Carrie, you want to feed birds and you're telling me you're not upset about anything?" I stared at her blankly, "I just wanted a change of scenery for a day, or maybe I'm going crazy and I want to bring you down with me." We walked along and finally she asked, "It's Big, isn't it?" "Why would I be thinking about Big? He's been gone forever." I stated, "I've been engaged and broken up, dating and broken up since then." "What about that Bruce guy, the therapist from SoHo, I thought you liked him."
Bruce the therapist guy, now let's see. He had to have his videos in alphabetical order and there was no way he would have sex anywhere but his bed. It was too weird to have it anywhere else. Talk about making a girl feel unappreciated, he was sleeping with 2 patients (in his bed I presume).
"Charlotte, that was not made to last." "I could set you up with my accountant, he just got a divorce after all. So if you can't find anything meaningful there's always the sex."
I couldn't believe that came out of her mouth.
"Hun, I'm just not sure that's what I want right now." I replied.
If I had wanted good sex I would have run down to the club and found the nearest available guy wearing a Rolex and a nice white band where he had taken off his wedding band to try and score. Ack, when was the last time I used the word score? Later that evening I did just that. But the men I found were not what I had expected. So I ended up in Bruce's bed.
"Told you you'd come back." He smiled.
I felt sick, how could I have degraded myself like this? I had to get out and after a quick sack session with a man I knew I would forever run to when I wanted some, I did just that.