It was unsettling to be in a relationship with an amateur psychologist. I found this out when I woke up the following morning. Bobby was standing by the cd player, the morning light streaming in illuminating his tousled gray hair, warm eyes and fuzzy beard.

"Do you know this song?" he asked.

I was trying hard not to cry and nodded, "For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her." It was one of my favorite songs, and Art Garfunkel sounded like an angel—

"And when I awoke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh I love you, girl
Oh I love you"


"I guess I never expected to be anyone's Emily," I said, pulling my jeans on.


He walked over and sat on the bed beside me. "Why not?"

I tried to be nonchalant. "Oh, you know. Being a tomboy, being all the guys' swell friend in high school…"

He looked at me and shook his head. "No, that's not it. I could feel it after we…you were crying when you thought I was asleep. Did I do something? Did I hurt you?"

"No. It was…more than I ever imagined. Really."

"Then what?" he said putting his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. "I really want to know."

"No," I answered. I couldn't believe I was shutting down like this with him. I loved this man. He said he loved me, too.

"Whatever it is, it won't change anything between us. " He studied my face and then he pulled back slightly. "It's something that…you feel shame about, isn't it?"

"Look, it doesn't matter, ok?" I said, frustrated.

"The way you were last night. .." he began.

"Did you want to register a complaint?" I asked walking over to the dresser.

"I think I know, or at least have an idea. It's about your ex husband."

I winced. God, I didn't want to have this conversation. I should have known he would figure it out.


He walked over to me and looked down into my eyes.
"He never touched you. That's it, isn't it?"

I stiffened, "He might say it was the other way around."

"Yeah, but it wasn't. You responded to me…intensely," he countered. "It wasn't your fault. How could you accept that for 25 years?"

"I heard a quote, Bobby: 'Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesn't desire the man offering himself to her. It's the desire of a woman for a man who hasn't yet come to her, whom she doesn't yet know. She's faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him," I said.¹

"Well I heard 'There are no frigid women, only clumsy men'," he grinned. ²

A smile spread across my face slowly. "God, I love you."

"There you go then," he said pulling me toward him. I wound my arms around his neck, and he kissed me like he hadn't seen me for a year.

"I…"he whispered and kissed me again.

"Think…" and then a neck kiss.

"You…" a tiny bite at the collarbone.

"Are…" a tongue flick into my cleavage.

"Beautiful…" he said and slowly reclined me onto the bed.

"Oh, Bobby," I sighed his name into his hair as he nuzzled his face against my neck. "When I think of all the money I could have saved on anti-depressants if only I'd met you sooner."

He leaned back and smiled at me. "We better get started then. We have a lot of time to make up for."







¹ Marguerite Duras

² Anonymous

That would get me off my anti depressants. Another great one.

Thanks. I think that's going to be my last one. I've been crying all afternoon since I wrote it. Think my obsession with VDO is making me sick.

That would get me off my anti depressants. Another great one.
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aww so sorry to here, but this was a very emotional one, I can see how it could be emotional.

You're killing me, Justforus! This one had me crying, too.

Oh, that was a good one. I liked that!

This was beautiful. I could easily see that last part being my husband!

I really like your POV on these. I hope later you feel like doing more, maybe like that first one?

Thanks for another job will done!

Well done, justforus! Man, that touched my poor, little heart!

And bumping this one as a follow-up to You and Bobby G.

Another good one......excuse me while I go duck into my freezer for awhile...!