I'm in love!

I went to pick up my folic acid prescription from CVS today, and there was a new pharmacist. Who. Was. Fucking. Gorgeous. Absolutely dreamy. Yummy yum yum. I couldn't see if he was wearing a wedding ring, as I was in the drive through lane, but clearly I suddenly need to fill a LOT of prescriptions in order to go and see him again. He looked me right in the eyes, and smiled in that way that could have meant there was chemistry between us, or could have meant he was just a polite pharmacist. And then I dropped my sunglasses. Yeah, really cool, Sarah. And by the way, I had wet hair, because my idea of hair styling is to open the car windows on the way to work. Oh, yeah, and there's that acne that has been cropping up over the past few days. I'm sure I was the very picture of loveliness. Not.

Part of the problem here is of course that I'm no good at flirting, so I have absolutely no idea how you come on to a pharmacist without either appearing to be a complete slut or appearing to have Munchausen's syndrome. Additionally, there's the little problem that the only prescriptions I have are vagina-related. I could refill the prometrium, which is supposed to be to correct menopausal symptoms, so that would hardly be a good one to make googly eyes at the pharmacist over. I already filled the folic acid, which presumably only has one use, so if he thought anything of me at all, he'll assume I'm involved with someone as I'm trying to conceive. Ditto with the birth control pills, although I guess that's a little less likely as I could be using it to control the acne that I clearly have. So what do I do? Go in and try to discuss a rash with him?

Hey, Mr. Pharmacist, I have a rash on my butt - want to see it, and are you free on Saturday night? We could discuss my symptoms over dinner.

Oh well, I'm sure it wasn't meant to be anyway, and at CVS it seems there's a new pharmacist every other week (apart from the crotchety old dude who is a permanent fixture) so I'll probably never even see him again. But at least it brightened up my Thursday morning a bit to finally see a man in this town that caught my eye. Until I came into work and checked the internet to find out that CJ is not pregnant, and this may be the end of the TTC road for her. I feel so bad for her. It just sucks that good people can have so many problems at this baby making stuff, and yet teens and crackheads procreate constantly. Damn it all.