Preocupada va para que una psicóloga recomendada por una amiga.
Conversan un rato sobre diversas cosas.
Está nerviosa, no sabe cómo explicarle su preocupación hasta que se decide y le dice sin mirarla a los ojos.
-Creo que soy lesbiana.
-¿Por qué crees eso?
-Odio a los hombres, es algo que no puedo controlar.
-Eso no es suficiente para pensar que eres lesbiana. ¿Te gustan las mujeres?
Lo piensa, de verdad nunca se ha sentido atraída por ninguna.
-No. Pero supongo que si odio a los hombres algún día me gustarán las mujeres.
-Estás equivocada, simplemente sufres de misandria.
Worried she goes to a psychologist recommended by a friend.
They talk for a while about various things.
She is nervous, she doesn't know how to explain her concern until she makes up her mind and tells him without looking him in the eye.
-I think I am a lesbian.
-Why do you think so?
-I hate men, it's something I can't control.
-That's not enough to think you're a lesbian. Are you attracted to women?
She thinks about it, she has never really been attracted to any of them.
-No. But I guess if I hate men I'll like women someday.
-You are wrong, you simply suffer from misandry.