The ER and Bad Porn Dialog

I spent about six hours at an emergency room last night, not for me or anyone in my personal life but to keep it short and simple part of life when working with special needs foster children. Now normally when I am working with children I do the pure conservative, ok relatively conservative, adult thing. But since most of those six hours I was not actually allowed to be with the child this left alone time in sort of in gray area.

Well the doctor who first saw the patient I was waiting on and dealing with started up on and off conversations with me. Now I would love to say he looked like George Clooney and have a story of crossing off a fantasy on my list but no that is not the case. He was though plenty handsome enough to get my attention. The doctor was probably in his early forties with black hair in a military like length. He was tall probably around 6’ 3” and while a little too thin for my preference he had a really cute face and great eyes and great eyes can always get me wet.

We were about four hours into a dance that was going nowhere but at the same time was all cylinders firing. Because it was so on and off with quick burst of dialog followed by longer bouts of not seeing each other as he clearly chose his job and helping people over talking to me, which being the saint that I am was ok with. But I was getting frustrated because I just did not know what he was thinking outside he clearly was spending most of his free time he had with me.

He is in middle of getting a divorce which was a big part of the problem. Four hours into it I had a cute guy, who had day time hours free and was in the middle of a divorce so probably only looking for some fun time between the sheets. My problem was I tend to be a quick I am interested here is my number or bed them that moment type of gal and I could not figure out if he was flirting for a goal, just being nice or he had no clue what he was doing. I think now he was wondering why would the married woman flirt and is she because this is an ER and the situation was not lend itself to flirting.

I finally I decided I had to up the stakes but was at a loss what to do. I was not dressed anyway that I could show him that way that I was his for the plucking in the future and I had no idea how long I was going to be there and did not want to be stuck if I said something stupid or got shot down. 

But nothing ventured is nothing gained and unfortunately what happen next reminded me of bad porn dialog. Amongst the lowlights of the conversation these are some of the things that actually came out of my mouth:

“I love hard things.”
“No I have never done a triathlon. I prefer more private things that work up a heavy sweat.”
“Everyone should get their needs taken care of even if going through a divorce.”
“I am a full service social worker that enjoys happy endings. Would you like some of my help?”
 
I hate being out of my element/comfort zone. I left the hospital feeling like some young teenage girl trying to flirt for the first time and thinking I acted like a complete fool. But I did leave my number for him and he sounded like he would call and I do not think that part I sounded so desperate so I will see what happens. But how many triathlon training cute and funny doctors who are in the middle of a divorce so all they probably want is casual sex that have afternoons off are there?