transference

This your place? You live here alone? It's so spartan. Is this a loveseat? You have three loveseats but no couch. Six people could be very uncomfortable here. I mean, you might as well get a divan, it would be such an improvement. You know, a divan, one of those chair-beds with one armchair arm and the rest of it's a bed. A bed for one, or for two intimates. They're the psychiatrist chairs. You sort of lie down, but if you wanted to you could sit, like you are finding your assertiveness. But then you could lie down on your side and watch a DVD too. You could watch Girl, Interrupted and talk about your feelings. Or you could fuck. You could seduce your shrink and afterwards you'd both blame it on transference. I like to fuck but not with my therapist. She's a hot lady but I don't go for ladies, or even for hot. I like guys like you - unattractive guys who known their own dicks. I look at you and I can tell that you've jerked off ten times this week already. You probably thought you could bring me over here and show me your dolls and your work would be done. I'm sorry to tell you this is just the beginning. Wait, wait - can we just be quiet for a minute? ... I need to think. It makes me feel warm. Some people don't like it but I do. Do you? Yes, but - sorry, I keep interrupting you. Sometimes I think I interrupt people because they're boring, but really it's just because I'm a narcissist. Do you know what narcissist means? Yeah well a lot of people don't.