Page 19 of Perfect Date
“I can’t with you.”
“Do you think there are women out there with a clown fetish? Like maybe he’ll end up with someone that likes that kind of thing,” she says.
“Stop. Just stop. That’s disgusting. Oh God! I’m starting to picture it.”
“You’re welcome,” she laughs hysterically.
“You’re the worst,” I tease.
“My Nana used to always say that it takes all kinds to make the world go round.”
“Your Nana is right I’m sure, but I’m completely happy remaining oblivious to all kinds of things, including people with any kind of strange fetish. Especially a clown one.”
“I’m going to have to look into this,” she says on a roll now completely not caring about my request to end this line of conversation.
“All I ask is that you don’t even try to take me down the rabbit hole you’re bound to fall into.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She finally opens the door.
“I hate you,” I tease.
“You love me.”
“It’s true dammit…”
We walk down the hall to our ops, they’re side by side. When I go into mine, I sign back into the computer, bringing up the daily schedule so I can refresh my memory on who’s coming in next. I’ve got a new patient it appears based on the length of the appointment.
Heading to the lab, I get a tray and start pulling out all the items I’ll need for a new patient appointment. Kimberly appears next to me and takes a tray and does the same.
“So,” she begins, “who’s up next?”
“I’ve got a new patient.”
“No, not work dummy. Your date. Who’s number three?”
All I do is sigh and shake my head.
“Come on, you promised. Three is the magic number. Now, who is it?”
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re having far too much fun with this.”
“Oh, you’re not wrong at all, you’re right on the money. I’m loving this.”
“At my expense!”
“Just think how sweet it will be when you finally findthe one. Having gone through all this to get there.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure you’ve already said that.”
“Oh, sounds like someone has an interesting story,” Brenda, one of our dental assistants walks into the lab overhearing our conversation.
“She does,” Kimberly says.
“No, you don’t even want to know.”
“I think you should tell me, and let me be the judge of that,” Brenda laughs at the expression on my face.
“No, I think the better topic of conversation here is that I think Kimberly should be dating too. Why am I the only one going through this insanity?”
