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Oprah Session

You know how people seem to have opinions about who I should and should not be dating? I've heard more than one version of people telling me that I should let them vet these women first recently. These comments always crack me up, but one particularly enterprising friend took it to another level.

You see, she decided that I needed an intervention of sorts. We planned on hanging out for dinner, and she invited another friend of hers to tag along, as backup. Now, to be perfectly fair, it was more like dinner conversation just so happened to be about me. It's not like they sat there and dragged in people who I was hurting through my actions. Still, the general idea was to impart some wisdom on me to put me back on track. That alone was enough to get me to crack a smirk.

As we were talking, though, the phrases, "how's your relationship with your parents?" and "mommy issues" actually came out. Oh man, I couldn't help but laugh when I heard that. I've never gone to a therapy session with an actual psychologist, but that's always the stereotypical question you hear about in those sessions. The smirk I already had on my face was now a full-blown grin at that point. They both knew it, too, since they were laughing as they said it. It came up as a natural part of the conversation, and everyone had a good laugh.

The final result of the conversation, however, was that they suggested rules for how to filter out potential dating prospects. These weren't any of the usual rules, either, these were, "she needs to make at least X dollars a year" and "don't be a social worker." The lead up to those two rules were the best part, but I'm not entirely sure I can do it all justice. Let's just say that I laughed plenty during the lead up to the final rules, as well.

The absolute best part, though, was that afterward, my friend was telling me that I took my "Oprah session" well. That's really why I described it as an intervention, since she clearly had something like that in mind. By that point, the whole evening was etched in my mind as an amusing experience. Chalk that up to another unexpected experience: I've lived through an Oprah session.

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