Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous

He was at Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. Liliana his Jungian analyst talked him into it. He'd asked her how to be a better person. The meeting was at a Unitarian church in Pasadena. There was a whole campus built of stone like a college. The meeting room was in a neo-Craftsman building with giant redwood rafters, over the choir room. Below them elderly women sang high harmonies that made him think of clouds. He'd expected all men but the room was half and half. Looking at the men he couldn't believe they got pussy. They must be porn addicts, spending 30 grand on Onlyfans. But the women were all right. Slouchy white college girls and Hispanics. You could tell they were fucked up. Almost a pheromone. There was an empty seat next to him. And as a lawyerly looking woman with a baby voice read The 12 Characteristics of Sex and Love Addiction, a dark haired girl ducked in the room nervous and sat there. She wore an open necked sweater. He could see the top of her tits. A beautiful long collarbone. The secretary called for four minutes of candlelight meditation. When the lights went down and the room was quiet he listened to her breathe over the choir downstairs. When she exhaled he felt it on his forearm. They went around the room saying their names and she said Isobel, sex and love addict. They gave chips for various lengths of sexual sobriety. They read aloud from the SLAA text. A story about a sad man who was fucking two women. They opened the room for sharing. My name is Jennifer and I'm a sex and love addict, a woman said.