I Think I'm in Love with my Dental Hygienist

"Hey, tell Angie her patient's here."

I guess the "patient" was me, and I guess "Angie" must have been the gorgeous blond who came to greet me.

"Hi Cody," she said. I think I said "hi" back. Or maybe I just imagined I did; I know I did imagine what my suave/charming/articulate alter ego, who is far more versed in the art of conversing/flirting with females, would have said. Well, I didn't actually know what he would have said, but it would've been something good, something that would have earned a sexy smile that would have shown off her brilliant teeth. I didn't actually see her teeth, but being a dental hygienist, one assumes that that is true. Plus, she was one of those girls that you just know has an amazing smile, the kind that you wouldn't mind being the last beautiful thing you saw on God's green earth before you died.

"Follow me please." Like she had to tell me to. I would have followed her anywhere, to the ends of the earth if she'd have asked me to.

She led me to a room in the back of the office, and pointed at the standard chair. "Have a seat, Cody." I loved the sound of her voice. It wasn't too girly, too high pitched. It was sexy, but not too sultry. I could almost imagine what it must be like to hear her laugh, the sort of laugh that would make you feel good about yourself too just for having made her laugh. I considered cracking a joke, to test this latest hypothesis. There was nothing funny going on or in sight however, not to mention there's always been some truth to my email address, strugglingcomic@gmail.com.

"So how've you been? Have you had any problems recently?" Wow, not only was she gorgeous, but she also genuinely cared about me. She was it, the perfect girl.

"Umm, not really. Everything's been pretty good," I said. Things had gotten a helluva lot better though since she'd walked into my life. Or had I walked into hers? She was after all, my hygienist; she had a job to do still, and I wouldn't want to get her in any trouble. Our feelings for each other would just have to wait.

"That's good. So it looks like today we'll just be doing a cleaning, ok?" As she spoke, she draped the blue dentist's bib across my chest, and her hand gently brushed against my cheek. I felt it, and I'm sure she did too: the spark of electricity. Her hand was so smooth, so gentle, yet firm as well when she got down to work.

"Sounds good." Anything she said would have sounded good. She could have told me to jump off a cliff, and I'm sure it would have sounded like a brilliant idea.

She sat down herself, and slid her chair behind mine. She reclined my chair down, down, until my head was squarely in her lap. I looked up, and the light illuminated her golden strands of hair perfectly. Angie must be a nickname for Angel.

She looked down at me intently, caringly, passionately. As I looked up, our eyes met, and I knew she was thinking the same thing I was. Love at first sight. Her eyes were an azure blue, a sharp blue that reminded me of France, of golden sandy beaches, and of swaying to some beautiful jazz on a moon-lit boardwalk. God, she smelled great too.

We didn't say anything else for the next half hour. It would have spoiled the perfection of our time together. We knew it without having to say it to each other. What little time we were allowed to share with each other, we treasured.

"You're going away soon aren't you?" she asked as she finished cleaning up. She was already missing me. Jesus, I was going to miss her too. Maybe it was the spray from the water jet she was using, but I could swear there were tears on her lovely cheeks.

"Yeah... I don't know when I'll be back."

She seemed to sense the sorrow that crept into my voice, and tried to cheer us both up.

"Well, you'll probably be back over Winter Break right? You could schedule an appointment then."

Yes, she was right. I would see her again, in a few months.

When she said "Bye," I almost blurted out "I love you." Instead I nodded, and looked at her with what I'm sure must have been very obvious longing.

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Goodbye Angie, my love.