My life was a mess. I am a flight attendant for "Conus Airlines", an airline that flies within the continental United States. I had a rigorous schedule and I was overly tired and very stressed. I needed time off to rest and gather my thoughts. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and needed to start a new life for myself without Jack.
I decided to take a leave of absence to rest and "regroup". A friend of mine suggested seeing a psychologist that she had seen when she went through a crisis in her life. She told me that this man was not just handsome, but helped her immensely.
The following day I made an appointment to see this man I will call "Dr. Rich".
I arrived at Dr Rich's office in plenty of time for my appointment. I would soon realize that the décor of this man's waiting room defined his masculine character and gentle loving personality. There were four comfortable looking brown leather chairs, pictures of snow capped mountains, and various panoramic scenes depicting a cabin overlooking a large lake in winter snow. Large green leafy plants filled the corners. Soft track lighting made the room warm and inviting. No one else was in this front office at the time. I saw a sign on the wall by an office door that said "In conference, please be seated." On a table was another sign along side a clip board asking to "please fill out this form". It was the normal information type of form that asked for name, phone number address and so on. I filled it out then picked up a magazine and sat down. I no sooner started to thumb through the pages when the door opened.
There in the doorway stood the kindest and most gentle looking man I had ever seen. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that just sparkled and the most sincere smile I had ever seen on a man. He was as handsome as my friend had described. He was not dressed as I had expected a psychologist to be dressed. He was clad in a sports shirt, faded blue jeans and boots, and to me he looked good.
He walked out into the waiting room, extended his hand and said "you must be Barbara." I said "yes I am" and we shook. I handed him the form I filled out. He then said "come into my office and have a seat." He stepped aside for me and held the door as I entered. In this room was a large oak desk with a brown leather chair in front of this desk that matched the ones in the waiting room. To the right of his desk was a brown leather couch. There was one window behind his desk and chair that peered out onto a lake that glistened in the sun. The blinds were slightly closed with just enough sunlight to enter the room making it warm and comfortable.
We both sat, me in front of his desk and he behind the desk. He said to me, "Now tell me about yourself and why you felt the need to come see me." It would ordinarily be difficult to talk to a stranger about my personal life, but for some reason this man made me feel very much at ease.
I began by telling him that I was a flight attendant and had recently broken off an engagement with my fiancé and I was hurting badly. I told him of the problems we had together that included my ex's sexual habits that did not make me feel comfortable. Jack was very selfish when we made love. He never seemed to be able to satisfy me. We had very little foreplay which seemed fine to him but he never seemed to take my feelings into consideration. He always seemed to cum too soon. Immediately after sex he would roll over and go to sleep. I came to the reality that I could not spend the rest of my life with this man.
Dr. Rich told me that "many men are like that and that women have the right to be satisfied also." He told me to call him ":Rich" if I wanted to. But only if I was comfortable doing that. I told him that "yes" I was. I continued to vent my feelings and frustrations to him and he came to realize that not only was this relationship not right for me but I was indeed sexually frustrated and somewhat deprived of what could be very beautiful. Before I knew it, our time was up and Rich asked me if I wanted to make another appointment. I told him that "yes I would like that very much". The same time and day next week I would once again pour my heart out to this man. He held another door that opened to a hallway from his office for me to exit. This door made certain that clients would not run into one another in the waiting room with the possibility of knowing one another. I liked this form of "patient confidentiality" and privacy.
When I got home I could not get Rich out of my mind. There was something about him that intrigued me. I knew nothing about his personal life and I almost wished we had not met as doctor and patient. I could easily become very fond of this man. I even pondered whether or not to even go back, but I wanted to be with him again if only to talk.
