Christmas 2006 – Stewart and I continue to talk periodically. To some degree, I’m happy to have him to talk to. He’s very understanding but he still wants to get into my pants. Ain’t gonna happen my friend.

Stewart suggests I get a therapist. But how. I turn back to the Internet, thank god for this media. Using Google, I find the site and begin searching. I clearly want someone who specializes in gay issues and I’d prefer a gay guy. This is scary.

After much reading, I settle on a guy with offices in the DuPont Circle area.  Thankfully, the guy is email friendly. I send a note asking for an appointment. He replies, the earliest time slot for him is mid-January.

I agree. Can I hold out that long. This is awful.