A Little Confession

I know it's silly but...

I think I might have a crush on my dentist.

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.