"She drives me crazy," I complained to Krista during our next session. "I mean she writes me, like this love poem and wouldn't admit she's in love with me. I mean, ahhh, I don't know what I mean."
"What do you feel?" Krista asked.
"Ain't it obvious?"
"I don't know, you tell me," Krista persisted.
"Oy Vey." I through my hands up.
"Why you think about that I've got some great news for you. I'm recommending that you be instated into the driver's ed program."
"Oh joy," The driver's ed program was a contentious topic. I was pissed because the State of Pennsylvania considered me incompetent. It's there view that I be barred from driving until I pass the driver's test. "It's nothing personal James, it's the law," Krista reminded me.
"The law sucks Donkey Dong," I protested.
"It's still the law. You'll do fine. Just stay focused. Now back to your other question."
"What other question?" I asked.
"Shannie driving you crazy," Krista reminded me.
"Yeah, that. I'm telling you, I don't know what to think."
"I don't want to know what you think - I want to know what you feel," Krista said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Tell me how you feel about her."
"I'm pissed she won't tell me how she feels," I complained.
Krista leaned back in her chair. "You're doing the same thing."
"Huh?"
"You're doing the same thing to me that you're angry with Shannie about."
I stared at the bracelet dangling from Krista's wrist. "I'm not in love with you. I mean, why would I be in love with you? I mean, you're a great lady and everything, and, yeah, and a good-looking lady. I mean I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers, but, I mean, you're married. You have kids. Wait a minute, are you making a pass?"
Krista laughed. "You're in love with her. Tell her."
I dropped back into my chair, "Okay, ask her how she feels."
"I can't do that."
"I can't means I won't."
My face burned, I sunk deeper into the chair. I studied the carpet in front of Krista's desk. "What if I don't want to ask her?"
Krista leaned forward: "Then you'll never know."
"What if she isn't honest?" I reasoned.
"Shannie seems like a straight shooter," Krista commented.