The Saga of Therapy Boy

Sooooo, remember that guy who called me passive aggressive? What did we call him?....Ah yes, Therapy Boy.

Ok so I had told a friend of mine at work about Plenty of Fish. She said she had a friend who was perpetually single and really, really wanted to get married and have babies. So I said, 'Hey, check out Plenty of Fish. It's huge and it's free.' So that's what her friend did. Hmmm….let's call my friend Crabby; trust me, it fits.

One day, Crabby stops by my cube and asks me how dating was going and I told her about Therapy Boy and how he'd said I was passive aggressive and stuff. We both agreed that his instincts were right; he does indeed belong in therapy.

A few weeks later, Crabby stopped by and told me about her friend's experience with Plenty of Fish. She said that her friend had met someone on there who seemed promising. 'That's great!' I felt like a co-conspirator in someone's happiness. So then Crabby told me that her friend's prospect lives in Crabby's neighborhood, and apparently some of the neighborhood soccer moms had decided that their husbands shouldn't associate with this degenerate, because there were rumors he had cheated on his wife and stuff and that's why they were divorced. Something started clicking for me and I asked Crabby what her friend's prospect's name was. And guess what? Oh yes. It was our Therapy Boy.

Now between the time that Therapy Boy had called me passive aggressive and had met Crabby's friend, he had come back to me saying that he missed me, etc. Yippy skippy. So we'd seen eachother again and all that happy stuff. I think that during at least part of the time that we were talking and he was flirting, he was probably seeing Crabby's friend. So I felt like he probably was not an entirely honest person. Next up, I hear that Crabby's friend and Therapy Boy are getting along famously. Within a week or two, I found out that Crabby's friend and Therapy Boy now know eachother in the Biblical sense and they were knowing eachother in the Biblical sense exclusively, although Therapy Boy had recently been propositioning me and continuing to flirt.

I chose not to divulge this information. Why stir up drama? It's not like they were engaged and it's not like anything was actually happening as a result of Therapy Boy's entreaties. The only thing I told Crabby was that I had asked him how dating was going and did he have a new girlfriend or anything? His answer was, 'Nope.' Hmmmm…

So as time went on, I occasionally inquired with Crabby as to how things were going. Meanwhile, Therapy Boy propositioned me one more time and after being turned down again, he stopped bugging me. I took him off my friends list, which I like to keep neat and tidy and populated only by real friends. :) Hence it is a fairly short list. I recently removed Mr. Wrong from it; we were supposedly 'friends' but how is it a friendship when someone never answers you and never messages you? It's not. So now my list is one shorter. Moving on…

Crabby stopped by my desk today and I asked her, 'So how is your friend doing with her prospect?'

'Apparently, they stopped seeing eachother last week. He wasn't returning her phone calls and so it all happened via IM.'

'Oh how cowardly. What happened?'

'Remember how he called you passive aggressive? How did he put it again?'

'Well, I had said something sarcastic and he said to me, 'I just can't be in a relationship with someone who's passive aggressive'.'

'Well, he said the same thing to her.  I think he's got something wrong with him.'

'Hmmm, you might be right about that.'

So there is the end of the Therapy Boy saga. May it rest in peace. If you want my personal opinion of Therapy Boy, which I am sure you do not, and which I will be sure to share anyway, it is that Therapy Boy needs to be in Program. I couldn't presume to say which one, but he needs one of them. Probably OA. Poor Therapy Boy...