My dental hygienist is a lesbian. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but just moments before I disovered her love of women she was telling me she couldn’t decide what her to buy her husband for Christmas.
After she finished cleaning my teeth, she stepped into the hallway and started talking to someone. “Oh my god she is cute, and looks great in pink! With those lashes she is simply beautiful.” At this point I was certain they weren’t talking about me, since I’m in black today– although I’ve been told by quite a few men I’ve dated that my eyelashes are pretty spectacular.
My dentist finished up and as I walked out saw the hygienist holding a baby bundled in pink. I’ll admit I was slightly relieved. The last thing anyone needs to get for Christmas is divorce papers.