I’ve had some time to think about O’Intern, since we will be meeting again tomorrow. I’m running through a lot of ‘woulda, coulda, shoulda’ in my head since our impromptu meeting at rehab last week. Since I was not anticipating being graced by his presence, I was not at my best. While it is debatable among some to ‘rightness’ of wearing brown with black (as I was); I also was suffering from prednisone face and i had no make-up on. Being fresh out of the hosp, it was not my intent to look good in any capacity (other than keeping my double chin under wraps), so when I was blessed with the vision of O’Intern at point blank, I’m pretty sure i came off as bitchy.
Woulda coulda shoulda!
I know i gave him a dazzling smile, double chin a-blazin’. He told me eagerly that he’d be here next week (tomorrow, now) and the week after. I assured him I would be too, while secretly debating how right it would be to wear make-up while still feeling like i had a vault of illness strapped to my chest.
I hope I haven’t deterred him. I was just so taken aback by the fact that another intern – a good looking, one –who- pays- attention -to -me – intern, was back.
So i guess the game plan tomorrow will be to do what i can, and ask for his help as much as possible; mention i have a phone that’s never used and could be filled with text messages from him should he get bored, and that i have a facebook account that features me in countless photos looking much better than i currently do. And that i have MSN - should things get that far.
That should suffice.