Had a good day at work yesterday. It was good because I had a run of interesting yet straightforward to manage patients, (bar the second last one) and a bit of cheeky banter with my current fancy man. 'Fancy man' doesn't mean a man who is a fop or a dandy. It is a term my friend came up with to describe a certain gentleman who provides a single young lady with some amusing diversions, while yet not having any serious intentions towards him. You could call it a sort of morale booster, a little something you look forward to at work and above all, he must be someone whom everyone else goes, "HIM?! You fancy him?!?"
Yes, chain-smoking man is a rather unlikely candidate, (see It's Raining Men?) but there's no logic or reasoning for things like this. I used to fancy a ginger, bearded microbiology registrar - a rather unglamorous specialty and hair colour- but I thought he had a touch of the Indiana Jones about him.
Sure, you'd expect somebody like a surgeon or orthopod to be more gung-ho than a microbiologist who works in a lab most days, but don't you sometimes get a sense that some people have more to them than meets the eye? That there's a coiled spring inside and at any moment he could whip off his white coat, use it as a rope to swing from the cubicle curtain rails and save you from the deadly strain of Escherichia coli?
And my mother thought that I read too many story books. What does she know?
Yes, chain-smoking man is a rather unlikely candidate, (see It's Raining Men?) but there's no logic or reasoning for things like this. I used to fancy a ginger, bearded microbiology registrar - a rather unglamorous specialty and hair colour- but I thought he had a touch of the Indiana Jones about him.
Sure, you'd expect somebody like a surgeon or orthopod to be more gung-ho than a microbiologist who works in a lab most days, but don't you sometimes get a sense that some people have more to them than meets the eye? That there's a coiled spring inside and at any moment he could whip off his white coat, use it as a rope to swing from the cubicle curtain rails and save you from the deadly strain of Escherichia coli?
And my mother thought that I read too many story books. What does she know?
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