I blew it:(

The clinic is always boring and the fact that it's situated in a old-folks environment doesn't help. I mean, senior citizens aren't really that plentiful yet right? Isn't it supposed to be until 2030, where 1/5 of the population will be aged 60 years and above or something?

So what gives? Don't cute young guys young people get sick too?

In the past, I would wish ("Please please pleeeeease let a cute guy come into the clinic today") / pray ("Dear God, please let a cute guy come today") / bargain ("Dear God, if you send a cute guy into the clinic today, I would believe that you.....oooooh a puppy!")

But so far my wishes/ prayers/ bargains have gone relatively unanswered. Now I just take things as it is. Clearly, my prayers have been missed out among all the stacks of prayers He must receive every day, from all those tree-huggers praying for world peace and an end to world hunger.

Either that or cute guys just don't get sick :(

So anyway, today was another typical work day. Too old, too young, too blah, too into Justin Bieber....all sorts of patients came in and out. It wasn't until lunchtime when things started looking up.

And by looking up, I meant someone who's tall, really cute, young, polite, has a nice smile and French.


Oooh la la! *heart skips a beat*

By a stroke of luck, when he approached the counter, I was the only one who was free to attend to him. He gave me his name and when I took it, he smiled....and suddenly everything brightened. The flowers were beaming and a bird nearby chirped and little rabbits hopped around.

I can do it. Everything's in place. It's so easy - all I have to do is tell him I'm visiting Paris soon, any recommendations for a first-timer there? It's all so perfect, I almost want to laugh at it all.

What I didn't count on, however, was the sudden influx of patients after him.

Of course, my nerves failed me. If only the patients had come in just 5 minutes later! If only he had come at night! If only the clinic door chose to jam at that moment! If only....

Oh well, at least I did get to dispense his medicine. And just before he left, he thanked me and smiled again, melting me in the process. As he went out, I felt slightly sorrowful that I had let such a golden opportunity slip through my fingers.

But it's not over yet! Ah that powerful feeling of having everybody's contact details on hand. Thanks to that wonderful medical records I held, I know that he lives nearby and is single! I know his handphone number! I know his birthday! I know what he works as! I know....what's wrong with him today!

I could call his mobile and pretend I got the wrong number. I could stop by his house and pretend to be lost. Or perhaps ask if he's seen my lost puppy. The possibilities are limitless! Ah, Mr Jonathan Raphael two-other-sexy-sounding-French-names-that-I-can't-remember. I will be seeing you soon!

Did I ever mention how fun working at the clinic is?:)





Disclaimer: The last 3 paragraphs were written purely in jest. So my dear friends, please don't start deleting me on Facebook.