Tomorrow I have another meeting with my babalicious dentist and one of her nubile assistants. I will get dressed up and throw on something that smells good, go to see her, and we’ll talk. Conversation will lead to some sensual delights involving my mouth, and we’ll spend a couple of hours together, touching each other and whispering soft inquiries and words of encouragement. Then she’ll abruptly leave me with a gigantic bill to pay and I’ll go home alone and try to find something to distract me while my numbness fades into searing pain as I try to recover from the experience and also plan for the next meeting.
If that’s not a metaphor for dating I don’t know what is.
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1 comment:
Sask - I'll take whatever I can get. Also my dentist is the most beautiful woman I've ever met, which doesn't hurt (outside of the needles and drills). :p
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