"The Psychiatrist"

I wanted to write this last post but was scared about what would happen if the main character read what I posted and so I let myself fall into the stupidity that many of us women end up in: making decisions based on what others may think - especially when those "others" are men. With me it was no different and that is why this post is coming a bit late. But in the end I made the right decision and here is my post. Enjoy!

After "Gay Boy" experience I finished my class and went to catch a cab. Much to my disdain there weren't any cabs around and there I was waiting in front of the hotel for one to arrive. 

-Are you going to the Conference? 

I turned around and right beside me was a young man. Dark glasses, vest, badge pinned on his shirt. Not bad...actually, pretty good! 

-Nope. Don't have a clue about any conference that's been going on.

-Oh, I thought that you were maybe going to the congress and that way we could split a taxi.

-Psychiatrist Conference? 

I didn't mention this before, but last Tuesday  211 psychiatrists from all over Brazil arrived at the hotel as a Congress on Psychiatry was taking place here in the city. This little encounter happened two days later (on a Thursday).

- Yes.

- My dream is to become a psychologist. (I know, it sounds corny to say so to someone "just like that", but it's the truth so it came out of my mouth very naturally. Menos mal...)

We chatted lightly on the subject for about five minutes - me finding out that he had studied six months in England and six months in Germany and spoke fairly good English as well. It was also his first time here in Fortaleza. Not long after both our taxis arrived. 

-Are you staying in the hotel? He asks me.

-No, no. I am the Hotel's English teacher. I give classes to the directors here.

-Oh. Will I see you again?

-Uh, No. 

And with that blunt answer I turned around and towards my taxi. I don't know what came over me but in a split second I stopped, faced him, then said:

-Unless you give me your contact. Or better, I'll give you mine.

Without hesitation he pulled out his cell phone and jotted down my cell phone number. After that I entered the taxi and went off to my next class without giving the short encounter a second thought. 

A few hours later I checked my cell phone and noticed there was a missed call from none other than the Psychiatrist. Yep, I didn't even get his name... shame :/ and so I saved his number under "Psychiatrist" and sent him a short text message:

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - Hi there! :D

A few hours later:

From: Psychiatrist/ To: Christy - Hi! I am at a Conference Reception, but I'd like to see you. Dinner tomorrow? kiss. 

As I was busy with some work I didn't answer him right away and I soon received another short text message.

From: Psychiatrist/ To: Christy - No answers...

Even after this I finished my pending work and then went to answer the text. It was by then almost midnight. 

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - Sure. Phone me so we can "combinar direitinho". Kiss.

Next day, no answer. I didn't worry myself but at 1:00 pm while giving Emerson a class, for some reason I retold yesterday's chance encounter with the Psychiatrist and asked him what he thought about it (especially the fact that I still hadn't received an answer and I knew that he'd be leaving the next day quite early back to Belo Horizonte - where he is from). Emerson joked around telling me I should answer the Psychiatrist with the same message he sent me, I laughed about it and took up the dare sending the following message:

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - No answer...

In seconds my cell phone beeped and a new message appeared. Me and Emerson giggled like little excited children, satisfied how well our idea (or more like his idea) worked out. 

From: Psychiatrist/ To: Christy - Like I said... dinner tonight?

"Humph!...did he ever even receive my first message?

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - What time? Where?

From: Psychiatrist/ To: Christy - I will attend the last lecture and then I'll phone you around 6:00 pm to work out the schedule. I heard about the restaurant "Coco Bambu". Have you ever been there?

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - Ok, no problem. Yes, I've been to Coco Bambu, it's excellent!

At six pm, without fail he phones me. I was beginning the class with "Sexual Fantasy Student""(which by the way, next post will be about him and Sunday night...) and Jones. I had also told them the "story so far" with the Psychiatrist and also the little problem of still not knowing his name (I wasn't sure if he had told me his name before and I had forgotten it - opps!) and so I decided solve this little inconvenience once and for all. 

-His name is John! (Fake name to protect the "not so innocent") was the first thing I announced to my two students who sat there with very still faces trying to listen to my phone call. Psychiatrist told me he was in a meeting and would call me when he was done. I was giving class so it was fine by me.

Class finished sooner than planned and I send him the following text message:

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - My class finished. 

Half an hour latter my phone rings. It's him. We agree to meet at 9:15 pm at "Coco Bambu" restaurant. It's already 8:40 pm.

Funny thing. Normally I would change my clothes, take a shower, prim up, do some fancy "hair-do" or makeup style; but today I decided that I'd go 'A la naturale". I was clean, perfumed and nicely dressed (light pink suit I wore all day out to work) and basic makeup. No extremes. 

Since the restaurant is right next to home I arrived there earlier than he did and sent him a message:

From: Christy/ To: Psychiatrist - I'm here. Where are you?

From: Psychiatrist/ To: Christy - Arriving.

My phone rings.

Psychiatrist: I just arrived. Where are you?

Me: I'm here at the front. Where are you?

I feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn around quickly. It's none other than him with a playful grin on his face. 

He takes me to a table at a nice, cozy area of the restaurant where I make myself comfortable as much as possible.

He toakes the menu and orders most elegantly while I try to hide my ignorance when as he comments on the wines and dishes. Deep down I was impressed, though I did my best to hide it and feign lack of interest in fear that he would ask me my opinion and I would end up with a "pancake batter" face. 

He at first ordered a fine white wine and a special Peruvian fish dish. Yes, I broke my vegetarian diet for once. I guess most people are used to the "fish-eater-vegetarian" and automatically ask for some dish that includes fish - once ordered I wasn't going to make a big deal about it and fell into temptation, heh!

Just for all of you to know, this is not something I would usually do: meet up with a stranger and go out for dinner the very next day. But that short little encounter with him felt simple, easy and natural. And it was the same way during dinner. We hit off real well since minute 1 and before I knew it we were talking animatedly on the most varied of subjects.

In the course of our conversation I found out that he is 34 years old, his mother is a Jew but he is an atheist (tipo: "Sou ateu, graças a Deus!"), was married for five years and has a son. The most surprising news and what we talked for the longest time about were his trips. He traveled practically the WHOLE world!!! From Israel to Pakistan, Cuba, USA, pretty much all of Europe, Latin America...and the list went on and on. He'd show me pictures (on his iPhone) and answer all my questions concerning his travels.

But he also wasn't the self-centered showoff that we women know all-too-well. He was genuinely interested in me (or at least he was real good in faking it) and our talk went on and on about literature, arts, books, writers, and yes: My blog!!! 

-What do you usually like doing? He asked me casually

-Ahm...working?! I smiled sheepishly.

-Just like me. I love working and most times don't even consider my job as working.

-Just like me!

-But other than working what else do you enjoy doing?

-Reading, dancing and...writing my blog!
-You have a blog??? You need to show it to me! 

-Ahh...embarrassing! Nooooo...

-C’mon, now! 

Psychiatrist passed me over his iPhone and asked me to type my web address to get into my blog. 

-How long do you have your blog for?

-A month or so. Short time. I have my main blog and then I also have another one which are just my comments on the books that I read. Like my own book review on the books I read. 

-I see. What was one book that you read which caused an impact on you?

-Wrong question!!!

-Why???

-Hahhaa... there are just wayyyyyy too many for me to be able to answer that question with justice. 

-Ah, so tell me a few that you really liked.

-Umm... "Dear John" which is a complete girly "bring-tears-to-girls-eyes" book, "The Shack", "Follow Your Heart", "Pai Pobre, Pai Rico" which is more about finances and investments...but it was "The Diary of Anne Frank" that made me open up my blog and go back to writing. I am even thinking about opening a new column in which I will just type the pages of my old diaries which I still have put away in some dusty old box - I just haven't done that yet because I didn't muster up THAT much courage yet!

-Hahaha...I will read those posts for sure...find out who is the "true you"! 

-Okayyyyyy... 

Laughs from both sides (the wine was doing its job!)

As the first bottle of wine finished and the fish was gobbled up, Psychiatrist went ahead and ordered a large tray of mouth-watering sushi and another bottle of wine. I must have finished with the second bottle of wine in a second - a red simple wine that goes down smoothly without leaving that sharp aftertaste. The night just got better and better until the totally unexpected happened: My cell phone rang...and who was it? None other than Mr. Perfect!!!

Mr. Perfect: Christy? Hi, how are you?

Me (trying to contain the shock and surprise in my voice): Hi!!! I'm good! How about you?

Mr. Perfect: Good too...missing you...

Me: Funny, you disappeared these last few days...

Mr. Perfect: I am not there in Fortaleza. I am here in Santa Catarina...had to travel here at the very last minute. Had some problems in my job with that experiment I told you about. The clones were dying so I had to rush over and take control of the situation.

Me: Oh my! 

Mr. Perfect: That's why I wasn't able to phone you...not because I forgot you - that would be impossible!

Psychiatrist just sat there calmly, glass of wine in his hand looking straight at me. I glued the phone to my ear and mumbled an incoherent answer back.

Mr. Perfect: Christy, when I go back I will do so as your boyfriend. Don't forget to wait for me.

Great! How can I answer this lunatic with another man right in front of me?!!! Of course I liked hearing what I just heard but still...he must have gone insane - or more likely is drunk! One or the other...anyways...what do I do now? I can't just hang up...but I also can't say a word or else it will be the end for me... Ahhhhhhh!!!

Me: Hummm...I've heard that plenty of times... but let’s see when you come back. When will you be back here?

Mr. Perfect: Friday I will be travelling back. Hopefully I arrive on the same day. And as soon as I arrive I will go see you.

Me: Okay...

The Psychiatrist’s face now showed some signs of impatience. 

Mr. Perfect: Just okay? I was hoping for something more...

Me (trying to stall around as much as possible without burning myself to one or the other): Well, I am not really the talking kind. I rather act on it. 

Mr. Perfect: Ummm.... if you say so... I am now anxious to go back and see you act...

Opps! You got the WRONG idea there honey! :/

Me: Well then, as soon as you get here let me know. I will be waiting for your call. 

Mr. Perfect: For sure Christy...will do. Hope to see you soon.

Me: Same here! Good night.

Mr. Perfect: Good night too...kissesssssssss...

I turned off the phone quickly and smiled sheepishly towards Psychiatrist. He smiled back and we continued our dinner and conversation. If having Mr. Perfect phone me wasn't bad enough, I had another surprise coming my way. There we were, "no maior love" (we still hadn't actually kissed but things were warming up towards that direction) when once again...yes, my cell phone rings. Not recognizing the number, I answered, curious to know who it could be. I will call this new guy Once Upon a Time...who is he? 

Backtracking... When I was 15 years old and still in puberty I had a little fling with this 24 year old American guy. Green eyed, baby face, fun to hang around with. Ended up meeting his whole family and it just didn't go further because of his serious relationship with the neighboring bar and its enticing beverages...not cool! and now, back to the present:

Once Upon a Time: Hi Christy?

Me: Hi, who is it?

Once Upon a Time: Hi Christy, it's Once Upon a Time...do you remember me?

Me: OMGGG!!! Once Upon a Time!!! How are you...it's been such a longggg time!!! How are you?

Once Upon a Time: I'm good... how about you?

Me: I'm good too! Wow, I'm still in shock...

Small talk here and there. Psychiatrist went to the restroom. End point: He wanted to meet up with me, "catch up on old times"...

Me: Okay, listen, can I phone you tomorrow to work it out for us to see each other?

Once Upon a Time: Sure, sure. I will be waiting for your call.

Me: Okay then... nice talking to you. Until tomorrow.

Once Upon a Time: Loved talking to you too lindaaa... can't wait to see you tomorrow. Kiss.

Thankfully, despite these two slight little surprises the dinner, conversation, and talk continued right off from where it stopped which was nothing less than great! And then, in a flash and before I knew it, Psychiatrist leaned towards me, scooped my face with both hands and kissed me intensely. It was one of those "take-away-your-breath" kisses!

-Finally! I exclaimed

-Finally?!!! Was I late?  His face was of total shock. Priceless!

I looked at my watch and pretended to be counting the time. - Umm...a little. But it's fine, there were some interruptions so it's understandable.

He just laughed in unbelief. I could tell that he had mustered up a lot of his courage to do so because it was so sudden - like "it’s now or never" type of thing - and lucky him that it was good because seconds later, there I was, enjoying another fabulous kiss. 

I know I have already talked about kissing and kisses and that whole deal but once again I must give my 2% on the subject: Something I noticed about kissing is how with just a single kiss you can convey to the other person how you feel towards them. It can be from emotional affection to passionate desire - a single kiss can tell it all. 

-That day at the hotel, when I left the lobby and I saw you standing in the corner the first thing I thought was: "What a fabulous woman! Gorgeous!" 

I laughed my flattered laugh. 

-Yeah, I also spied you from the corner of my eye...

-And what did you think when I asked to see you again? What went through your head when I asked you out to dinner?

-Hah! I posted this awesome article on my blog the other day and all my readers loved it. It's all about what men/women actually mean when they say something, and for the guys their final point is always sex - that's what they mean to say even when they don't "say it". That's why when you asked me out for dinner I imagined as if you were saying: "Do you want to have sex?" 

-Hahahaa...you truly know what goes into a man's mind.

-Ah cmon, can't even be proud of myself for that. What woman doesn't know such a thing, eh?!

I lifted my glass of wine up to my lips and somehow it splashed and drops of red wine spilled onto my thin pink shirt. 

-Ahhh!!! 

Psychiatrist took a towel napkin and cleaned my shirt, patting my tummy and breasts dry. I think that that must have aroused him because while I laughed at myself he murmured:

-Did you know that it just makes you all the more attractive? 

I cocked an eyebrow, he leaned forward going straight for my mouth. Yups, another kiss.

-Soo...do you want to leave here and go somewhere else?

-Where would that somewhere else be?

-Hotel.

-Sorry, I am not that kind of girl...

-Hey, the hotel has more than just my room, you know...it has a bar, Jacuzzi, lounge...

-Ahh...I am sorry. I understood Motel...little misunderstanding there. But even then, just for you to know, no matter where we go nothing more than what is going on here will happen: talk and kiss.

-Hahaha...I know you are not that kind of girl Christy, but I am not going to lie to you and say that I never take a girl to bed on my first time out with her. But with you, it's different and secretly I am glad that you won't allow me to do so because that way my conception of you continues up high. You know, my idea of paradise is enjoying a good meal, fine drink, nice music and of course...great company - like you. I liked meeting you and I'm not saying this to flatter you but it's very hard to find a girl in which you can have an intelligent conversation with and talk about subjects which aren't only "novela das 8", the weather and the likes if you know what I mean; and with us I think we hit off surprisingly well for a fist encounter. I know I live far away from here but for me it's not a big deal to come back in two weeks to spend a weekend with you and then I'll pay your ticket to Minas for you to spend some days there with me. We'll do some traveling since we both enjoy that a lot and I'll also get to introduce you to my friends and family too. What do you say about that?

-That's quick!!!

-Hahaha...I'm not trying to pressure you into anything in any way but I also don't want to just leave here as it is...I do want a second encounter. What do you say?

-Well, come over first and spend some days here. Depending on how that goes we can take it from there...

-Does mean then that you will go to Minas with me later? 

-That means that depending on how it goes I will think about it. Now it's too quick to decide anything.

-Okay rational thinking woman! This time it's men first then, eh?!

-Hahaha... yes it is! Soo, what time is your flight tomorrow? 

-At noon. But I need to get at the airport at 11:00 am. And you, what time do you start working?

-My first class is at 8:00 am and goes all the way till 11:00 am straight. Three hours nonstop. Saturday is usually my busiest day - classes nonstop from morning till night. 

-It's already 2:00 am. Maybe you should get going home to rest then.

-Yes, I do think so.

-Where do you live?

-Right nearby. Few blocks from here.

-Okay then, let me call a cab to take you home. 

We both got in the cab and like a true gentlemen he left me at the gate of my apartment. I arrived home and before crashing I went to set my alarm on to make sure I'd get up the next morning when I saw a new text message he had just sent:

From Psychiatrist: Last night's dinner with you was really, really good. Hope to see you soon. You are special! Kisses, good night.

Three men in one night... can't help but make any woman feel very, very good! :D