I didn't know they had a pool, so I had not brought a swimming costume.
While standing around discussing with another guest whether we ought to skinny dip, a voice behind us joined in. When I turned around, I saw this guy:
Glenn Wilson
Well, he was 20+ years younger, and so was I , but he was short, dumpy and bearded. I was gorgeous, if I do say so myself.
He questioned me about various personal matters, including the proposed skinny dip, and whether I would have a bath with a partner.
I blew him off with a comment about my then boyfriend who, at 6'4", was far too tall to fit in my bath all by himself, let alone with me as well.
I was a bit gobsmacked. Later, I mentioned the conversation to someone else. "You know what he does, don't you?" No, I didn't. "He's a sex psychologist." !!!
Over the years, I have seen him proffer his expertise on TV several times, and always cringed.
The party-giver later told me the story of how, at their previous house, which had woodland behind it, he (a married man) had taken a likely lady into their woods, and his car got stuck in the mud. He had to call them out after midnight to help him release the vehicle.
What a creep.
You can read more about him here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glenn_Wilson_(psychologist)
I bet he wrote it himself.
5 comments:
ewwww, what a slime ball.
What an icky sicky! Kudos to you Val, for handling the situation with dignity.
Sounds more like he's in that profession to take advantage of the ladies.
Lot of creeps in the world.
On the other hand, soooo, you had a 6'4" boyfriend. Hmmmmmmmmm. Was his name, by any chance, Vincent? ;)
I'll never understand why some people need a sex psychologist. What's so difficult about sex???
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