Dear Diary,
I went to the dentist last week. Totally rocked it.
The dental nurse or sous-dentist or whatever they are that does the actual dental cleaning was kinda cute. Not a bombshell, but young and healthy and totally a real person. I started taking ginseng recently, and I felt super alive and ended up chatting about dental stuff perhaps longer than would be normal (although I feel like people from the state I live in now can be a chatty bunch), but she seemed cool and eager to spread dental knowledge. So we start the dental work, and I close my eyes because otherwise I'm staring into the ceiling lights, and/or the dentist for the entire procedure. It feels fine, I've been to this dental joint a couple times and they're the gentlest I've ever experienced. Obviously she needs to scoot around and shift positions a lot to get into all the little nooks and corners of my mouth, and after a while, I feel a warmth near my face, and (with my eyes closed) I think "what a minute, is that her boobs?"
So a nervous anime sweat drop appears above my head, and I'm not sure how to feel. If I were watching an ecchi anime, this is clearly the moment to go all goofy eyed and start drooling, but I'm not feeling these kinds of feelings. If I wanted to advance a relationship with this person, the strategic move would be to act gentlemanly, but this is honestly the first time in the encounter I've thought about her that way. And strategy or not, I don't want to upset a woman with a water drill in my mouth. A story about tigers and strawberries flashes through my mind, and I decide to just sit back and soak it in. Or you know, continue sitting back and soaking things in, what with the dentistry going on. Anyways, she finishes up, and we chat more about dentistry. Now interested, I covertly scan her for any signs of flirtatiousness. Not that I expected any "drilled at the dentist's" situation to play out, but given my hobbies, I can't help but imagine the possibilities. She tells me I've got the cleanest third molars she's ever seen, and we share some comradery over liking the same type of toothpaste, but nothing that makes me think it would be okay to ask if she's got plans tonight.
Huh, did I have a boner? I can't remember. I feel like I would have remembered if I got a boner. But I honestly don't remember.
Anyways, this week, I think I might have seen her at my retail job. I'm not sure because she had a completely different hair style and wasn't wearing dentist scrubs and I'm not great at remembering faces. But she was the same height, build, skin tone and wore glasses. I greeted her in an energetic salesmanly way, as I greet everybody, and she sort of giggled and looked away and said "no, I'm just looking, thanks". I contemplated asking "hey, are you a dentist?" but she left my department before I worked up the nerve. Not that I expected any "checked out in the check out line" situation to play out, but god damn that almost turned into an anime romance plot.
I'm not experiencing any regrets over this, just curiosity. For all I know she's happily married, or a lesbian, or both, and I'm not ready for relationships, since I am afraid to say "I can't hang out tonight, I've got to animate a big-boobed shark girl spacefighter pilot setting phasers to thrust on an alien with an octopus for a dick".
(Man, how embarrassing would it be if she hangs out at LoK?)
(Also, how awesome would it be if she hangs out at LoK?)
EDIT:
Dear The Rest of You,
I'm writing this stuff because I feel like my writing abilities aren't as good as they might need to be and one of thing the things I've heard is that keeping a diary/journal is good for writing ability. But I think it's also greatly valuable to get people's reactions to things, so boom, (haha I typed boob first by accident) compromise. Also apparently I'm desperate for conversation. Feel free to throw in your own Dear Diary stories if you feel moved to do so.