It’s just Lunch – More Goo

Ninth in a series [gs *] So, I spend the morning after that lunch aimlessly poking around in the goo in my heart, trying to figure out what happened. What, exactly, felt yucky? What did I do to prompt that bugling-eyed ook to start slithering my way? I’m not thrashing yet – I don’t feel…

It’s Just Lunch – Terminology

Eighth in a series [gs *] This seems like a good place to clarify some terminology and values. If I’d done this up front, we wouldn’t have this story now. Rule number one in a dialog or conflict – make sure we all understand how we’re using our words. Number two, figure out what values…

It’s Just Lunch – Metanarrative

Sixth in a series [gs *] As I’ve said elsewhere, this story unveils itself subtly, in layers. You might just have a nagging sense of confusion at this point. What is this woman’s problem? Why is she such a bitch? Why is she so stupid? Words or deeds don’t line up, lack of clarity about meanings,…

It’s Just Lunch – What Was She Thinking?

Fourth in a series [gs *] Let’s examine the lunch-guy’s story and how ‘present’ I was able to be with it. By the evidence he gave, he had a secure, conventional, stable (perhaps overly-mothered) middle-class (or better) upbringing – complete with youthful overwrought sexual fixation (a fixation, he alludes, that never passed – he implies…

It’s Just Lunch – Background

Second in a series [gs *] Let’s back up a bit, before we delve into exactly what happened at lunch. The whole eye-contact thing needs more context, because that’s where it all began. Let’s also pause for a disclaimer – I’ve been busy lately. I’ve had this discussion of “I used to be a whore”…

It’s Just Lunch – The Set-Up

First in a series [gs *] I had lunch with this guy a little while back. We’d met in a group where I’d ‘owned up to my life’, which was relevant and significant in the context, and is always impactful. He’d wanted to get together afterwards. The backdrop, and a major impetus for writing my…