McSexy's brows furrow and his eyes cloud over. "Mirrors? I don't understand what you mean."
A feeling of infinite emptiness and confusion floods through me. There's far too much space separating my ideas, making it impossible to string together anything resembling a logical conclusion. It's the same feeling I felt while curled up on my porch bench discussing my failed existence with Fiddy Cent. Drifting. Lost. Unable to find my way home. The story of my life.
"I don't understand what I mean either," I admit in defeat. "I'm the worst person to be having this conversation with."
"Why would you say that?
My eyes drop down towards the image of my unkempt appearance—an image providing a mountain of evidence for my lack of self-love. Unproportionate. Unshaven. Un-plucked. Un-showered. Un-styled. Underwear-challenged. "Honestly? I've never met my soul mate—like the ones they show in movies. I thought I found one once, but I was wrong." As an afterthought, I add, "I mean, I don't even love myself—why should I expect anyone else to?"
McSexy appears as though he's going to speak, but then hesitates. After a moment or two, he returns his attention back towards me.
"I disagree. You're lovable." With a smile, he adds, "In fact, you're my first. The first patient I've ever taken my break with."
I immediately dismiss his compliment—like I always do with compliments. "Oh, please! You're just hiding from the Respiratory Specialist."
McSexy smirks. "Maybe a little. But there's a long-ass hallway out there, and I chose this room."
When average-looking people open their mouths and something wonderful comes out—magically their attractiveness goes up a couple notches. In the reverse scenario, when good-looking people open their mouths and something awful comes out—their attractiveness goes down several notches? In this case, when Sex God of the Universe opens his mouth and something adorable comes out—my granny panties are in danger, because my hormones are like:
Hands pushing downward between my thighs and shoulders up to my reddening ears, I say, "Daaawh-shucks."
He might be the most perfect man I've ever met in my entire life, I think to myself. Only my daydream lovers, like Tony Stewart, have ever come this close to soul mate perfection.
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