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For some strange reason I felt impelled to post today after this strange incident. And I've been premeditating how to go about it without compromising anything, but hopefully the only people to read this will be future versions of me pursuing some strange nostalgia on blog posts. My doctor's procedure, and I found no other way of saying this in a discreet manner but by separating the elements of the sentence the furthest possible, honestly aroused me. Luckily it was not noticed, but the awkwardness was still present. I always wondered how exactly this kind of thing felt, but it wasn't until I experienced it that I could understand. Now I kind of empathise with those people with guilty pleasures that we read about. Perhaps it is partially related to the fact that my doctor is a cute gay guy, but that by no means make him an available partner for coitus (although it doesn't keep me from fantasizing). Sometimes I find it hard to concentrate on the matter of our appointments because he's staring at me the way my subway vitrines do. Of course it doesn't help that his last name sounds way too far east of the Berlin Wall, and that this peculiar fact is known to skew my perception of attractiveness.
But really, I won't fall in love because I got my intimacy violated by someone I feel attracted to. I just thought this would be an interesting experience to log. Just for the record, I lied about it to my boyfriend saying a nurse did the duty instead. That wasn't because of the feelings from the paragraph above, but solely because I didn't want to discourage him from doing the same procedure (which he needs to). His discomfort with the topic would certainly increase if he knew it is the doctor who feels you from inside to analyze your pre-disposition to rectal complications. Have a nice day you too.
SeeYa,
Feliploko, un es Tevi mazliet mīlu.
