Calling...

The precipitation continues well into the next day. It is mid winter but feels more like a cold November rain.

Late in the afternoon I call J.

"Tufts University Hospital Psychiatry Department. This is J, how may I help you?"

Without hesitation I ask: "Are you a provider or a patient?"

She laughs and responds: "I'm definitely not a patient and you are good at improvising one liners. It is getting late, I was afraid you wouldn't call."

"It's been a busy day. The first free moment I've had to relax. Do you have to go soon?"

"Unfortunately yes! I have a meeting this evening and traffic getting to Commonwealth Ave will be a bitch tonight."

"Board?"

"Yes, I'm spokesperson for the International Organization of the Rights of Women. We meet monthly."

"Is that where you met C?"

She laughs: "God no! C is so apolitical. Be the way I told her you drove a Mercedes. We fought over it."

"I don't understand. Because its a German car and you're Jewish?"

"Nope. She was convinced that you were a liar and made up the fact you drive a Benz-I think in part she was initially trying persuade me not to meet with you. Now that you are what you say you are, she feels even more threatened."

"And no doubt the excitement you shared with her about meeting a real top who didn't try to jump your bones had nothing to do with her discomfort."

"You do speak you mind. Direct. Listen, C made plans to go to the Club Cafe tomorrow evening. Wanna meet us there for a drink around 8?"

"Is that the gay and lesbian bar with the glass floor? The place where you can look between your knees and see the men working out?"

"Afraid to go?"

"Merde. Non!"

"Sheesh French too. Okay we'll be there after 8. You can meet C. I have to warn you I'm not much of a drinker. My limit is one Stoli so please don't be late!"

More...

"No, I can't say as though she approves, but she does know we're meeting."

"Is she dominant?"

"C has a strong personality. She rides her own Harley-is very butch. I've tried to get her to dominate me physically. She is hesitant. She can't bring her self to actually cause pain. She's tried to spank me but can't actually proceed to any level of pain. The real issue is that even if she could, there's no control-no danger-no fear-I can control her. It just doesn't work."

"So even me mentoring her would not solve the problem."

"No. I can't see that it would."

"Do you mind if I talk with her?"

"Um, no...as long as I'm part of the conversation. She's a Dyke-you're in many ways the epitome
of many of the things she finds, I guess you could say, unsettling for her as a woman. You also have to understand that you're threatening to her. She seeks monogamy-exclusivity and she is perhaps fearful about sharing me with another physically and emotionally and perhaps losing me totally. There is jealousy and fear on her part."

"I need to assuage her fears."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know what if anything may develop between us. I do not however, strike that, I will not be the cause of the two of you splitting up. I need to tell her that if she tells me, or you tell me, that I need to go away-end our potential relationship, I will."

From there we talk for hours. It is a cold, rainy and windy day and at the end we venture out into a driving rain. The diesel is smoothing out when she pops into the front seat. "Here's my number at work. Call me tomorrow!"

I'm Back

My apologies dear readers-a bad case of the flu-it would just never quite go away-a week in the Keys-final exams at law school and an interview in Charlotte for an Associate General Counsel position. Surprise, I turned them down!

Whew!

Glad to be back in town and ready to start posting again.

Stay tuned...