Not a big deal.
Really.
He's just extremely knowledgeable, that's all.
And he happens to be tall,
with beautiful skin
and caramel colored eyes.
We have an understanding.
Dr.: "Alrighty, Rebekah--let's take a look at those teeth."
Me: "Okay."
Dr.: "Any complaints?"
Me: "Huh?"
Dr.: "With your teeth..."
Me: "Oh" (giggles) "No, they're fine."
Dr.: "Looks like you're a regular flosser. That's great. I love to see that."
Me: "Yeah. I--" (chokes on her spit)
Dr.: "Don't be shy about using the suction tool. Just nod when you need to close your mouth, okay?"
Me: "Okay."
Dr.: "I just need to poke around a bit."
Me: "Poke a look."
Dr.: "What was that?"
Me: "That's something me and my friends say.
Dr.: "I see."
Me: Poke a look. It's like sneak a peek. I used to say it on accident all the time."
Dr.: "MmHm..."
Me: "I say it on purpose now" (shrugs)
Dr.: "You need to spit?"
Me: "Huh? Oh, no. I had an itch on my shoulder."
Dr.: "Alrighty then," (leans back in his chair) "I think you're all set."
Me: "Really? That was fast."
Dr.: "Well, I guess it doesn't take that long to 'poke a look.'"
Me: (blushes)
Dr.: (radiates masculinity)
To be honest, it would never work.
He knows too much about my past.
But I'll continue my flossing habits.
In his honor, of course.




