I have gotten more exposure to naked bodies in the past year of being in a medical program and working in a hospital than I have gotten in my entire previous life. Like tonight, for instance. I walk into a room to deliver a patient's tray and the guy is using his urinal. And it's never a young, good-looking guy (except once; his back was turned) - it's always the old wrinkly ones. I think I'm scarred for life. Heh. And I used to think seeing my dad and brother in their briefs was damaging...
It's hard to believe it, but today is the seventh day since DW and I became a couple. It's been a good week. The more I learn about him, the more I grow to like him. He really is a great guy. Naturally, my head is full of all sorts of nonsense, but I won't voice any of it, yet. Not now... I'll give it some time first. But I will say this much: I don't want it to end. We have a good thing going, and I don't want it to end.
1 comments:
*hugs*. I'm sorry you're scarred for life. *Grimace*. Sounds horrible. I DO empathize though. When I worked at the restorium I had to help get everyone dressed in the morning....yeah. Not fun.
As for you and wannabe! AWESOME! Almost to the two week anniversary moment. :P.
Don't listen to all that "nonsense" in your head. ;). Just give it the finger and have fun with your man. :). Don't hesitate to e-mail me if you need to get out doubts or whatever. I'm here for ya, girl! :D.
Say "hi" to your man for me. :D.
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