Imagine this: smooth, soft jazz plays in the background. It's instrumental, obviously. Smoke rises from a freshly lit candle. Lemongrass, Sage, Orange, Geranium stroll into your nostrils as you snuggle into your favorite robe and pour yourself some red wine. It's a perfect merlot. You settle into your new couch, eager to dish about your past relationships. You hear an awkward clearing of the throat from across the room and spy three strangers sitting across from you on your chaise. They want to perform...improv? The fuck? You talk to them about your past relationships, they ask you questions and perform a set inspired by your tale -- It's a rush! They cut in and out of stories, weaving an intricate web of love and drama and silly string -- all coming from you. You finish your wine, snuff out the crackling flame of the candle, and head to bed. Laying nestled under your weighted blanket, 10lbs for optimum mobility, you begin to smile, chuckle even. You feel energized, comforted even. You experience sensations of relief and humor and an unburdening of a weight not felt since what feels like eons ago. You experienced Emotionally Available.
