Every Touch
“ Once Denny managed come to terms with it, which involved much frustrated yelling and a lot of unloading on Oliver, who listened patiently every time, he devised a strategy to cope with the whole unrequited situation.
He’d learned some things about the human psyche during the time he’d dated a therapist, so appreciated that a coping mechanism was a useful thing to have. Actually, Cathy had been his therapist until it became clear to him that a more intimate relationship with her was going to do a lot more for his general mental well-being than therapy sessions and he’d stopped the therapy so he could ask her out. And he’d been right, it had. Plus, she’d thrown some vignettes of therapy in for free, when they were lying together in bed after the frequent psyche-blowing sex. It had been a win-win situation for both of them. Until she found someone smarter than him. Well, not smarter, just more educated. Denny knew Cathy had always regarded their relationship as just fun,... something to distract her until she found Mr Right with a PhD to match hers. And five months after they had got together, she did and that was that. When he really thought about it, that had been a theme to many of his relationships. He was like a stepping stone, a fun time without it getting too serious, for most of the women he had dated. It always seemed to go along the lines of, “I like you, you’re lots of fun, the sex is great, but you’re not lifelong commitment material.” It hadn’t bothered him too much before because that was more or less the way he always expected things to go. It occurred to Denny that, if he had met Laila when he was alive, any relationship between them may have gone the same way. At least, as it was, he wouldn’t need to deal with rejection from the one woman from whom he wouldn’t be able to take it. He tried to take comfort from that and established a way to work with the situation. When Laila was away from the flat, at work or with Kelly or, very occasionally, out with a friend or co-workers, he would go about his normal routine. He kept up with the other people in the building, played Eric’s piano, hung out at the door with Oliver. Behaved as he normally would.MoreLess
He’d learned some things about the human psyche during the time he’d dated a therapist, so appreciated that a coping mechanism was a useful thing to have. Actually, Cathy had been his therapist until it became clear to him that a more intimate relationship with her was going to do a lot more for his general mental well-being than therapy sessions and he’d stopped the therapy so he could ask her out. And he’d been right, it had. Plus, she’d thrown some vignettes of therapy in for free, when they were lying together in bed after the frequent psyche-blowing sex. It had been a win-win situation for both of them. Until she found someone smarter than him. Well, not smarter, just more educated. Denny knew Cathy had always regarded their relationship as just fun,... something to distract her until she found Mr Right with a PhD to match hers. And five months after they had got together, she did and that was that. When he really thought about it, that had been a theme to many of his relationships. He was like a stepping stone, a fun time without it getting too serious, for most of the women he had dated. It always seemed to go along the lines of, “I like you, you’re lots of fun, the sex is great, but you’re not lifelong commitment material.” It hadn’t bothered him too much before because that was more or less the way he always expected things to go. It occurred to Denny that, if he had met Laila when he was alive, any relationship between them may have gone the same way. At least, as it was, he wouldn’t need to deal with rejection from the one woman from whom he wouldn’t be able to take it. He tried to take comfort from that and established a way to work with the situation. When Laila was away from the flat, at work or with Kelly or, very occasionally, out with a friend or co-workers, he would go about his normal routine. He kept up with the other people in the building, played Eric’s piano, hung out at the door with Oliver. Behaved as he normally would.MoreLess
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I RIley liked it a lot it is a wonderful book to it in sounds like I will like it the people known what they're talking bout the itself make since to me to i will enjoy reading it thanks again Trina rossWrite Review:
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