Dottore Pants

My husband and I spent four hours at a medical clinic today.  No, it's not Valentine's Day, thanks for asking. I know that's a little romantic tradition of ours, but today was even more special.  Today we met Doctor Vasquez.  I couldn't stop staring.  When he entered the room and shook our hands, I suddenly felt a little breathless and unsure of where I was.  Doctor Vasquez looks like what you think a doctor in a telenovella or soap opera should look like; young, handsome, latin, smooth, and very well-dressed.

I kept expecting him to say:  "No, I am not a Doctor, but I play one on television."

Instead, in response to every answered question he would say: "Good.  Muy bien."  And "shit".  He said "shit" several times, which is not what I'm used to hearing from a doctor.  But he said it in such a way that it wasn't offensive in the slightest.  He said it in a way that made me want to say it too.  And giggle.

And if ever there was a man who knows how to wear pants, it is Doctor Vasquez.

In the United States, men have not yet mastered the art of pants-wearing.  They are always too long, too short, too tight or too loose.  Not so for Doctor Vasquez.  It made me think just for a moment, that maybe I was in Italy again.  Or that I wanted to be wherever he came from.

The good news is that we anticipate seeing quite a bit more of Dr. Vasquez in the next few months. I'll let you know how it goes.  Muy bien.


Next time maybe I'll tell you about Miguel, my boyfriend in the Canary Islands.