I had just given a lecture at a singles workshop in New York City when a young woman approached me. She was attractive, thoughtful, articulate, and warm--the kind of woman you wouldn't expect to have "major issues," at least from external appearances.
"I need help," she confessed after a few seconds of small talk. "I'm suffering from OCD."
I stopped her to tell her that I probably couldn't help her. As a sex therapist and not a psychiatrist, obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) was not an area within my professional expertise.
"No, no. Not that OCD," she interjected. "I mean that I suffer from obsessive compulsive dating."