Huh.....

Spring break is over...

BUT.... (!!)...el jueves por la noche salimos para San Antonio!!! So eat your heart out e-net! No, but really -- I'm excited. Work has been hell-acious lately and I need the break. From work. The break from school was much appreciated. I had my first night of class tonight and I definitely felt rejuved.

Yesterday I went to visit Dr. P, my podiatrist. I can't remember if I told you but I had to get orthodics. Once upon a time I had bunion surgery -- I know -- embarrassing, right? Well Jesus just didn't bless me with pretty feet -- what can I say? So in order to prevent the self induced bone malformation from recurring - I should/need to wear orthodics. The good news is that I have a crush on my podiatrist -- so any excuse to see him is great.

Was.

I have always had a crush on Dr. P. but not a -- Oh my God, I want to rip all your clothes off and do you in the exam room -- kind, no. Not that kind of crush. It's more of a Oh my gosh! Look at that cute upper upperclassman walking towards my locker. Isn't he just dreamy?? -- kind of a way. There's a big difference.

Dr. P is probably in his late 30's, very early 40's. He's kind of Soprano-ish. Probably Italian and from New Jersey, but has a degree from Penn State. The New Jerseyish accent is faint but definitely there. He dresses nicely and is always smiling. Married. And there's just something calming about a guy that clips toe nails for the elderly on a daily basis. He doesn't judge based on the outlook of your feet. (I won't name names but Liz is a foot judger! She's been telling me I have ugly feet since 1992.)

My first visit back to Dr. P was after a two year "break" and I was still giddy with foot doctor love, even after all this time. I blushed with embarrassment when he picked the sock fuzz from between my every toe. I was eager to talk about the things I'd been doing in the last two years (school, eric, work etc.)but this time, unlike before, Dr. P wasn't talking to me...he was talking to my chest. I dismissed it -- thinking maybe he liked my brooch? My necklace? Maybe he caught a glimpse of my mega cool red hair extensions? No, he boobie peeked several times. I kept placing my hand over the v-neck of my jacket...trying not to look too obvious in case I had mis understood his glares.

But I definitely had an oogy feeling when I left. Like, Ew, was Dr. P flirting with me? He was looking at my boobies, brooch or necklace. He was picking the toe fuzz. He said phrases like "Because I like you so much" and "normally our office manager calls the insurance company to verify coverage but for you I'm going to do it personally. Right now."

A few weeks after my first appointment I called to reschedule the follow up. After I talked to the office manager and set a new date she said "Hold On" and he got on the phone to ask me what my excuse was for canceling on him. Finally, when I went to pick up my sexy orthodics (I've been calling them my Prada inserts) he attempted to convince me to make an appointment in 4 ot 6 weeks for another follow up. Probably just so he could pick my toe fuzz! Ok maybe not for that reason but he did say something about how "some people like to come back in 4 to 6 weeks to discuss how the orthodics are coming along" -- and that I could do that -- unless I "didn't like him and never wanted to see him again" but that "it was my call and I could think about it". FLIRT. FLIRT. FLIRT!

So now my crush is gone and I feel like a foot-ho.

A dirty dirty foot ho. I don't know. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Conceited? Maybe. But without a doubt our interaction made me feel like a girl who had a crush on her freshmen English teacher and then the day she graduated he asks her out on a date. ICK!

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 7:44 PM