When worlds collide

Like when you are out at a bar, holding a cosmo and you look up to see your family doctor.

Not just any family doctor, but the family doctor of your entire family and your ex-husband even. (Before he moved out of state.)

The doctor who tended to you after you were in a car accident the day after you left your ex-husband. And to whom you sobbed in her arms when you told her what was going on. The doctor who acted in such a professional, but compassionate manner to comfort you in your weakest moment.

And the doctor who handles ALL of your basic medical needs.  (You get my drift….)

So when you approach this doctor and give her a hug, cosmo in hand, and she tells you how fantastic you look…it might be a little awkward.

Because did she mean you look awesome because you are fully clothed and she is not looking at you from your lady parts up, or awesome because you are rocking the skinny jeans and five-inch heels?

It’s hard to say.

Really, just take the compliment.

And for Pete’s sake, don’t let her see you smoking because you know you still do sometimes, you bad person, you. Also, remember, you only drink two alcoholic beverages a week. And the cosmo was the first one.