How one naked afternoon with Geoffrey helped me escape my problems

I had an all-consuming problem. I won’t go into details: honestly it doesn’t matter anymore. Because everything shifted in one afternoon with Geoffrey.

But back then, it was all I could think about. Filling every waking moment, cutting into anything relaxed or joyful… like a shadow I couldn’t escape.

And it wasn’t something I could share, so I stayed trapped in my own head.

My thoughts ran in circles, teasing solutions that never really held up. I was tired of it. I just needed a break.

An afternoon off in the mountains

When I came across Geoffrey’s site, I read a few pages and thought it all sounded a bit too fanciful. I’d tried distracting myself before—it worked for a while but that shadow was always there, waiting to creep back in.

Still, something about his offer intrigued me.

An afternoon off in the mountains, thinking and talking about anything else while naked with a man around my age… it felt like the kind of self-indulgent escape I needed.

Geoffrey greeted me with a calmness that felt strangely contagious, like he had nothing to prove and nothing to rush. We talked, just lightly at first, as we settled in and got comfortable.

There was no rush to dive into deep topics; instead, it was just a steady, relaxed conversation—exactly the kind of thing I hadn’t realised I’d been missing.

Naked and touching a man around my age

Sitting there, both of us nude, with no walls up, I felt a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in ages.

The conversation wandered from light-hearted topics to things I’d never spoken about with anyone, yet it didn’t feel forced or even particularly intense.

For the first time in a long time, that shadow was nowhere to be found.

I wasn’t obsessing over my problem, wasn’t trying to fix or solve anything. There I was, simply there, breathing, listening, looking, touching and enjoying each moment.

By the time I left, I felt lighter, like I’d finally gotten a break from the constant loop in my mind.

In the weeks that followed, I noticed a shift. That relentless problem—always so loud in my head—seemed to have quieted. I wasn’t obsessing over it the same way. It was still there but somehow, it had lost its grip on me.

Letting myself relax

The real surprise was how that afternoon seemed to open something up in me. I started letting myself relax in ways I hadn’t before, making time for small things that brought me pleasure.

I took longer walks, found myself enjoying conversations with friends more and just felt more present, as if a weight had been lifted.

The anxious loops in my mind didn’t control me as they had before; now, they were more like background noise.

The experience with Geoffrey stayed with me, not just because of what we talked about but because of how I felt during and after.

I realised that breaking out of my usual environment, taking time to truly relax without an agenda, had given me the mental reset I’d been looking for.

It was more than an afternoon in the mountains; it was the start of feeling like myself again.