My day out at the Opticians...
It started really well when I couldn't even see where the place was! When I eventually fell upon the shop I was late and flustered at the sight of the Adonis who was to gaze into my eyes!
Tall with lovely arms ( I have a thing for manly forearms). Blue eyes to float away in. Blond with shorn hair that demanded a hand to run through it's stubbly gloriousness.....
Flipping stupid eyes. They, of course suddenly perked up and behaved themselves for this specimen of magnificence.
As he shyly flirted with me (in my imagination!) from under his unbelievably long eyelashes he commended me on my near perfect vision. I say near perfect as I believe the only mistake I made in the whole exam was when I lost myself in a flutter when he raised his lovely arm and absent-mindedly rubbed the spikey golden hairs on his crown.
Tomorrow I am going to write to my local Health Minister and demand that the government ban witty and good looking men with handsome fore-arms from becoming Opticians.
.....Just like they did with Doctors!
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nat what are you like!!!! although have never met a gorgeous optician before!!! are you sure that you have been having trouble with your vision or is it just over worked and underpaid!!!! we really should catch up soon!
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