The Pervy Otaku

Yeah yeah I think that me in animal form yup seems like me "we only had sex for 18 mins you know I need 40!!!!!!or 60!!!getitup now!!!"Roars!!!!

Every Tuesday morning at 10am, 26-year-old Rachel drops on to the couch in my office, where I work as a psychologist, and recounts another week with her boyfriend. A hurtful comment about her body. A time after sex when he pushed her face away as she tried to cuddle. When I press her about why she stays, she shrugs unconvincingly and says, ‘It’s fine. We have a lot of fun the rest of the time. And I’m 26. This relationship doesn’t count.’ Then, at 11am, I have an appointment with a 27-year-old woman who says her bartending job doesn’t count, that as long as she gets a real job by 30 she’ll be fine. And at noon I see a 25-year-old who tells me that her unhappy, four-year live-in relationship doesn’t count because she’s just ‘killing time’.

‘Dating in my twenties was like musical chairs. Everybody was running around having fun but then suddenly the music stopped and everybody started sitting down. I didn’t want to be the only one left standing up. Sometimes I think I married my husband because he was the closest chair to me at 30.’