I met with Morgan last night. I didn’t bang her brains out, which left me with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. She was dressed very conservatively and standoff-ish. When I came in, she asked me to sit down (pointing at a one-man comfy chair in the living room) and offered me some coffee. Then she got things off her chest. It sort of went like this (I’m going off memory, sorry):
“Okay, what happened the other night can’t happen again. I’m sure you know and understand that. It’s not that you’re not attractive, but we have that age difference, and that’s a turn off for me.”
(Ouch.)
“I don’t mean it like that. But I don’t date office guys. And before you ask WHAT happened last Thursday, let me go on record and say that I KNOW I came on to you, and I can’t blame you for what happened. And it was good — REAL good. I mean, real, weak-in-the-knees-for-an-hour good. But I wasn’t myself. I don’t normally touch myself like that, or react like that with men. Never THAT strong. But… well… I’ve had issues of late… So, um… I went… ah… to see this hypnotheraptist…”
There was something strange in the way she was saying it, and I had the impression she was making some of that stuff up.
“Look, it’s just hypnosis. I think the therapist may have left some weird commands and triggers in my head, and it’s causing all this. All this… um… heat, I think.”
Heat. Right. Was it just me, or it was getting hot in there? Sitting there, in front of that gorgeous woman who was talking about being in heat, it was hard not to get a LITTLE aroused. Then we were interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone.
“Sorry,” she said. “I have to get that.”
She fished out her cell from her jacket’s pocket. “Morgan Reiss speaking.” She paused, listening. Then: “Yes. Yes, I understand. Yes, I am. Yes, very.”
As the conversation progressed, I noticed her expression changing from animated to calm. Then she began blushing and fidgeting a little. Then came the light squirming, which looked pretty sexy to me.
Folks, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening. There had to be at least SOME truth to her hypnosis story, because the person at the other end of the line was literally turning her on before my very eyes. And seeing her being turned on was having a similar effect on me. Big time.
She hung up and looked straight at me. There was a lot more lust in her gaze than rational thought. I got up. I knew what I WANTED to do, but I knew I HAD to get out of there. I had just enough rational thought to know I didn’t want to date my boss, so flight was the only option.
So I mumbled some lame excuse, thanked her for the coffee, and raced off the door.
And I thought things couldn’t get more awkward…
–Jaycee
10 thoughts on “Meeting w/Morgan”
Anonymouse
Yeeaaahhh, now also hypnotists
Jaycee
Hm… I have a very hard time believing that. Hypnosis is bogus.
I realize the irony of making such a statement, when I keep talking about faeries interfering my life, but there’s just no arguing with empirical evidence. Hypnosis is pretty hard to verify. A lot of people just use the “excuse” of being “hypnotized” to behave without inhibitions. There’s no way to tell the difference between delusion and hypnosis.
Whereas when a woman’s boobs grow before your eyes, well… Can’t argue with that, right?
south of sanity
If there’s hypnotists involved, then I got this bridge i’d love to sell you….
Old_Crow
That age difference really is a big deal. The girls from your generation haven’t learned how to fuck yet, so you have no conception. I’m not sure what happened to you GenXers but you screwed up your girls’ heads and made them ineffectual lays. In effect (I must assume) it has turned you boys into lousy lovers.
Once you do get yourself a woman (that would have to be age 45+) by this date, you will experience things the girl or two who have fucked cannot conceive. And you will finally be able to call yourself a “man.” Not yet … but when.
Christian
Hypnosis does work, just not the way people think. It’s more about putting people into a state of meditation than the actual mind-control people portray it as. That being said, sounds to me like Morgan is making excuses to herself. Well, least it’s off the hook, now you just have to worry about getting work done with her secretly oogling you all the time.
Anonymouse
BTW in this situation you could wait 2 minutes more in order to let her loose any inhibition, then she would have jumped onto you (ehy it’s her fault after all, you were just the right man in the wrong situation 😉 )
Jaycee
Dude, I ALMOST did, but I remembered the advice of OCH, saying I should avoid having sex with her if I wasn’t interested in a relationship, and that cinched it. Sleeping with your boss just isn’t right.
Hm… Maybe I should get another job… 🙂
Anonymouse
Sleeping with your (sexy) boss is just right as far as noone apart from you or her know it.
Kelli
so…hypnosis isn’t really about mind control. It can not make you do something you wouldn’t already have a mindset to do…and you still have free will. I totally believe in hypnosis since it helped me quit smoking which was THE hardest thing I have ever had to do.
Jaycee
Kelli, what this tells me is that hypnosis helps you do something you’re already capable of doing (or willing to do). So at the end of the day, quitting smoking was your achievement, which is great. If hypnosis helped, all the better, but for me, I think you deserve the entire credit.My big problem with hypnosis is the absence of documented double-bind trials done by professional scientists to support its claims.
And for sure, hypnosis CANNOT do this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh2YcSEdS2w
(I wish!!!)