I don't really care that you love black women. I don't care that you think we'd make great couple. I'm not sure you realize that no matter what you do or say I will never want to be with you. You think you're this savior of women but I am telling you now you're not. I don't need you to protect me. I can do that all on my own. I don't care that you think I'm fiery and the kind of gal you're looking for. I have said again and again I don't view you that way. Get that through your thick skull and maybe we can have a friendship otherwise kindly fuck off.
No, I can not assess a patient for you. No, I can not order x-rays. You asked me five times. Each time I explained to you that legally I can not do that. I really thought you understood when I replied "I'm sorry, but that is not within the scope of my practice." And then you asked again. I walked away from you. What I really wanted to do was slap you upside that thick skull.
Give me an arrogant surgeon any day!!
Praying for a nurse practioner to be on duty tonight!
It's not just that she's beautiful and sexy and a good kisser, though there is that. It's her smile, and that she laughs at my jokes, and that she's down-to-earth and humble and understands self-sacrifice. It's that I feel like we've known each other forever. It's that her hand is the perfect height to hold mine, and her head the perfect height to fit under my chin. It's that, when we're hanging out, there's nothing else in the world I could want, and the fact that we haven't decided to officially "date" or talked about the future or even really done anything besides kissing stops being important.
It only takes one. Maybe she can finally, finally, be that one?
Please make your intentions clearer. We're far apart at the moment, but we'll be close soon, and I don't need any confusion. You know what I want, but I need you to tell me what you want.