tagging the surgeon

So the surgeon suggests, three consecutive times, that we go out. Like on a date, I guess. I have a fondness for the surgeon because, despite having my number, he only ever corresponds with me¬†occasionally. This is a good quality in a man, if you’re me. So he’s got that going for him. But I […]

the client, revisited

Things aren’t precisely okay with Steve anymore. I’m not sure how to explain it. Somehow, behind my back, my relationship with Steve has gone from being a super cute my-boss-is-my-surrogate-father sketch to a slippery conflagration of our combined manias. Upon reflection, Steve was smart. He took things very slowly. He romanced me for weeks with […]