So, the other day-the really day before I purchased my initial batch of Common Viagra-I stopped in to see my psychotherapist. Yes, I have a psychotherapist, I confess. For some reason, I just recognized later that, unusually enough, the moment I first signed up with him was the same time when I recognized I was having trouble getting an erection. Coincidence? I assume not! Instead of being innovative and purchasing some Common Viagra-that is, getting clinical therapy for a basic medical disorder-I determined to be all refined and emotional. I made sure that it was a psychological thing, also a subconscious thing. I did not “want” it sufficient, or, maybe, I wanted it excessive! Maybe I couldn’t “picture” myself with an erection, because I had self-image trouble. Or perhaps it was a Freudian thing. Possibly I had repressed memories of walking know the “primitive scene” between my parents and was enduring instability because I still saw my papa as a sex-related competitor. The things we dream up instead of buying Common Viagra! Now, all of it appears so crazy. To start with, I was never, never brought in to my mother, Dr. Freud! Dr. Freud can go get probed with a cigar, for all I care. I’m past that phase in my life. I got practical, and ordered Generic Viagra, and also never recalled it. Now the ladies in my life acknowledge me once more in the bedroom.