This is me at my most honest. I live an unexamined life. That's this girl that I work with, this wonderfully sweet girl. We've worked together for maybe 7-8 months and there were these signals that she was interested. I can't remember, for the life of me, if I became interested in her because she seemed open or because there was something about her I had already found interesting. It's the same with the girls I date. I fell in love with any girl who has the words "Available Option" written on her face. I can find any girl beautiful and have a high tolerance for broken people. The girl that I work with, her mother dragged a broken piece of mirror up the length of her forearm and nerarly bled out on the bathroom floor. My co-worker's teenage sister found her mother and screamed loud enough to alert the next door neihgbor. I felt like a scumbag that that was the way I got closer to her, her admitting that to me and me wrapping my arms around her. There was this other girl who admitted that she had nightmares about her older brother. He went to jail for the rape and assault of this girl. Most of his things are still with the family. One day, this girl was digging through his things. (I'm not sure why.) She found a digital camera buried down at the bottom of a duffle bag. Apparently, it was full of nude pictures of her. She didn't know how or when the pictures were taken, just that she was unconscious on a bed. I ddin't want to point out that she was just under 100 pounds and I've seen her finish a pint of Jack Daniel completely by herself and reach for another. This went into a weird direction, but I'm already there. The thing is, I've been a therapist for every girlfriend, every regular friend, everyone in my life. I let them release the worst that has happened to them and for some reason, they're willing to do it.