Some things people say just burn into your memory and bug you until you do something about them. “I’ve always wanted to be a sex coach” is what Plutarco said, and since then I see him steering the conversation towards his current obsession, which is sex. After our last meeting at V’s birthday, I knew I needed to propose an arrangement with him, which I’m glad he responded affirmatively.

Plutarco is one of those amazing human that approaches life with curiosity and care, navigating consent with honesty and I admire him in various dimensions, including the fact that he’s soon turning 70 but he looks 20 years younger and acts timeless, and his intellect is not only sharp but penetrating, yet he uses it for finding common ground in a very humble way.

I expressed my goal to him: “I’m on a two year dry spell and I simply want to get rid of it, to not put weight on the event because I stall before even trying. I see dating material and I foresee entanglement. I want to become entangled with the right person, not my first fuck in two years. At the same time I don’t think practicing disconnection, especially during sex, is a good idea. How does one hold to this paradox? Good sex requires connection, yet connection comes with entanglement. So my goal is to get rid of my dry spell in an honest way and which is not forced on my end either.

At the end of the videoconference session I asked for homework, a task that I can practice for around a week, until our next meeting. The task was to speak more, to have more conversations, not only with women I’m interested but in all people. I said yes, let’s start there and gently start expanding the comfort zone.

He asked me to write to him my experiences via whatapp, I wrote to him:

Hoy hablé con la maestra de yoga a la que no conocía. Hizo una clase que reconocí como parecida a otra maestra que pone mucho énfasis en la fascia, resulta que habían estudiado juntas etc. Estas chicas del yoga myofascial están fascinadas con el tema y da la casualidad que yo apenas voy aprendiendo pero se entusiasman mucho cuando menciono el tema. Mientras conversábamos una chica le hizo una pregunta y contestó con una palabra sólo volteando el cuello y siguió ahí entusiasmadísima hablando conmigo (casi me pareció grosero pero estaba muy adentrada en lo que estaba contando).

Noté cuando era el momento de proponer un café, pero encontré excusa en que es demasiado joven para mi y que no debería ir demasiado rápido, no sea que me vaya a estrellar 😉 voy a buscar si hay más yoga myofascial en Madrid. La semana pasada me llegó un libro del tema, pa que no digan luego que soy un creep!

Gracias por tu mentoría hoy Plutarco, estoy seguro que sacaré mucho provecho.