My therapist looks like an all american nerd. Talks about star trek and his obsession with swimming in crystal water. Lets his hair grow too long and is constantly throwing it out of his face like a Jonas brother. Wears glasses. In the summer he'll wear hikers sandals and shorts or khakis/jeans. In the winter loafers and jeans or khakis. Only saw him wear a suit and tie once when we went to a funeral. Talks about organic food a lot, but eats take out 2 meals a day 7 days a week. Listens to talk radio far too much for a healthy human being. Liberal. Constantly threatens to shave his beard and mustache, but never does. Young. Eclectic.

I wear whatever I feel like wearing to therapy. Because my therapy sessions aren't typically preplanned. So it's whatever I'm wearing when he yanks me away or calls me 10 minutes ahead of time. On the rare occasion I haven't stepped foot outside my apartment in a few days I may force myself to at least wear jeans and make up versus sweats. It gets my mood up a bit. I used to care a bit more. But I think he's seen every side to me after so many years. I couldn't impress him if I tried.