So, this is basically what I want to say. There are no barriers between us. That may be a good thing and it may be a bad thing. I don’t know. But it’s a THING…
So, in 1990, when I drew a picture of you, it came out with no hands, and ‘blood’. Something in my unconscious told me to draw you, with no hands…
And of course you were ‘shocked’ (but titillated…). And HD was ‘shocked’. And I felt ‘mortified’. But. Yet. I. Did. It!
(She: And weirdly, I liked it. I don’t know why…)
So, already in 1990, there were no barriers. I wouldn’t have done a picture like that for E or K. EVER! Maybe you were young and seemed to say: Try me!
Anyway, fast forward 28 years, and everything is different, but everything’s also the same… And (unconsciously) I know this and ‘decide’ to share my premature ejaculation story with you… With my brain half destroyed, it seems like the perfectly natural thing to do. But of course it isn’t… But yet, at the same time, it’s ‘right’…
(She: Oh God, what if you hated me – that’s why you drew that? And this is all an elaborate plan to finally have your revenge…
Me: Well, it’s a possibility. But on the balance of probabilities, I think not…)
Stroke of luck 