In which FHC almost makes out with a middle aged ophthalmologist

I almost kissed my 45 years old ophthalmologist today. She got really close to my face to look into my eye and see if there was some kind of an infection after I complained like every six months about “having puffy eyes in the morning”. As she was leaning towards my eyes, I could feel her breathe on my mouth and her face against mine. I just felt it was the right thing to do. It was like an impulse thing: I did not plan it and wasn’t even in a “let’s kiss my doctor kind of mood” but I felt I had no other choice. In my (limited) experience, it is pretty rare that people get their face that close to yours if you aren’t going to have wild sex. She must have felt that I was going at it because she pulled away pretty fast. Of course, it was just embarrassing for everybody involved and I think I need to find a new ophthalmologist now as I fled quite abruptly without my contacts lenses on pretending that I had forgotten an important meeting. Clearly I shouldn’t have quit Propecia: I was tamer….or perhaps these are just the symptoms of my sudden Valium’s withdrawal (as sudden as my addiction actually).

In other news, I am trying to buy a small boat for cheap from a charity on e-bay on the East Coast for the summer, please don’t tell LL about it, it’s a surprise. Also please find another picture of FHC in Toga volunteered by Kevin D., you can notice how it is delicately embroidered, it must have been Versace.

I am going to the gym now but do I need to remind you that Fagat thinks you are a loser ?

Comments

[LL]

I assume we're going to get a sailboat, no? Please, you promised?

[Andrew]

FHC, have you ever thought about going into the Romance Novel business? You're story has got me a little hot and bothered now.

[kevin d.]

how dare you post an entry about almost kissing your opthamologist without mentioning the suppleness of her bosoms! nary a comment on the fullness of her wet, expectant lips? what of the tender caresses of her wandering fingers tickling over your nervous, craving body? what about the goosebumps, fhc? what about the kinetic motion that is falling deeply into passion? are you dead to feeling, dearest tristan, has your soul no sensory capabilites any longer? has your illustrious international banking career rendered your body but a warm cadaver bereft of that mainstay of humanity, the miraculous vulnerability of loving another?

[Tristan himself...yes...yes]

You're gay !