Don't get me wrong. I'm somewhat over it. Emphasis on SOMEWHAT. A few nights ago, as a product of an overactive imagination, I couldn't help thinking of how I could've turned that tragic scene around to my advantage.
Scenario: This is one day after the incident and upon the request of one of my residents on duty, I go to the laboratory to follow-up lab results.
Me: Hello. (Pretending not to be affected by the sight of him, even if he ha removed his white blazer and was only wearing a thin white t-shirt that showed off the well-formed pectorals, V-shaped trunk
and well-delineated linea alba and rectus abdominis)
Medtech Boy: Hi.
Me: Can I have the CBC results of __________, _________ and _________? Can you include the Urynalisis of ______________ and Stool Exam of ______________ and _____________.
Medtech Boy: Sure.
(He looks around for the lab results among the different colored boxes in his counter, and hands them to me.)
Medtech Boy: Where's your friend who was with you the other day? The one asking for the crossmatching results?
Me: (Pretending to be cool about it) Ah, Klaudia. I don't know. We're from different departments... Why do you ask? You like her?
Medtech Boy: (smiles). She's pretty..
Me: (Still smiling throughout the hurt, don't want him to notice that I was jealous) But, the thing is, she has a boyfriend. Are you okay with beinga 3rd party?
Medtech Boy: Oh, really?... How about you? Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: (Smiles) No.
Medtech Boy: Me too, I don't... So, how about you and me...? (smiles)
Me: (Laughs)... Sure, why not?
And the rest would be history...
Of course, like I said, this is all a product of my overly active imagination. We all know that in the end, I probably won't get the guy. Mangarap na lang ako. Hahahahaha...
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