This is a story in my life that I never imagined happening. This is a story which shaped me to who I am today - the confident, happy and most alive version of myself. This is a also story close to my heart, and one that makes me smile in fondness. Believe it or not, It was the day I gave my cherry to a special man, who is currently the most beloved to me. I cannot imagine my life without him and hope that this love never dies.
The story starts 3 years ago, back in January 2014. I was 19 years old, still fresh from college and new to the working hospital environment, occupied by fully-grown adults. Wrinkles were foreign to me. I was so used to being surrounded by young teenage girls of similar background, having attended an all-girls secondary school and sixth form. Being a late developer, I still looked like a child, yet remained professional and successfully acquired the skill of drawing blood from patients. I was very much liked by the patients.
The clinic at the hospital mainly had a team of doctors, nurses and healthcare assistants. Standing 6' tall with a lean physique, was Dr Blonde. With smooth blonde hair, and wonderful blue eyes, he had a deep voice, with a slight hint of an Australian accent and one that was quite hard to miss.
I interacted with him a couple of times, however, mostly intentionally avoided him much as I could. I loathed him. I had the impression he was an arrogant know-it-all from colleagues who worked with him for years. After 8 months of work there, I left for university and was glad to leave and start in a new environment. The staff had the impression that I was studying medicine at university although biomedical science was my course of interest.
I didn't see him for 2 years or so. After second year at university, a long summer holiday ensued. I wanted to earn money and decided to work there again. They lacked staff and was willing to give me shifts. Again I was trying to avoid Dr Blonde as much as I could, but he approached me and asked how medical school was going...
To be continued.
