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MarkMarc
That soft male
- Joined
- Feb 14, 2025
- Location
- Over the sea
1. Appearance
I really got to like this part of the mornings, when he comes to the clinic to see if everything is ready for the day. I have only been here as a junior doctor for a couple of months and I heard he's been supervising the hospital wing's operation for some years now. It's not that I didn't see a more handsome man in the past, I sure did. Even amongst the army guys I could probably point to a better looking one. But he... he has this confident charm around him that still goes with enough humility and caring that everyone seems to trust them on the spot.
I wonder if he ever noticed me. Like, noticed me, not just saw me. Likely, not. He seems busy and very dedicated to his tasks. Besides, I don't know what his status is, kind of hard to tell. Is he attracted to men and not women? Is he attracted to both women and men? Just women?... Has he heard that a gay male doc is working here now? I had a couple of casual conversations with colleagues where this came up and I didn't hide the facts about my orientation. Is it something that would get back to an army supervisor like him?
I get carried away in my thoughts by just seeing him walk in here. I try not to stare, I remain polite and focus on what I'm doing. (What is it again that I'm doing?...) Looking into patients' case files doesn't seem to work for me very well in these moments. Time to time I glance up, maybe too many times, and I look at his face... his arms... his muscles... his generous smiles for the staff. Most folks seem to like him and respect him. Well, talking about like and respect... he seems absolutely dashing to me in his plain but well fitting uniform. Part of me would be tempted to just say a casual 'Hi' to him from where I'm sitting at a reception desk computer. He's taller then me, stronger built than I am and he also looks some years older than I am now, at twenty-five. Uh, it's hard to take my eyes off of him but I should better do that. I'm shifting in the chair again, feeling a little bit warmer than when I arrived.
I especially like his hands - I conclude it to myself. They seem so strong, yet so gentle in a way. He's writing something on a paper slip so I allow myself some undisturbed seconds of watching his fingers. If only they would touch my hair... I blush. Hey, I should look away, seriously. I decide to continue sipping my herbal tea and accept that some things just don't happen in life. We are worlds apart. He's army, I am med. He is a senior, I am a starter.
But one can daydream, can't he.
I really got to like this part of the mornings, when he comes to the clinic to see if everything is ready for the day. I have only been here as a junior doctor for a couple of months and I heard he's been supervising the hospital wing's operation for some years now. It's not that I didn't see a more handsome man in the past, I sure did. Even amongst the army guys I could probably point to a better looking one. But he... he has this confident charm around him that still goes with enough humility and caring that everyone seems to trust them on the spot.
I wonder if he ever noticed me. Like, noticed me, not just saw me. Likely, not. He seems busy and very dedicated to his tasks. Besides, I don't know what his status is, kind of hard to tell. Is he attracted to men and not women? Is he attracted to both women and men? Just women?... Has he heard that a gay male doc is working here now? I had a couple of casual conversations with colleagues where this came up and I didn't hide the facts about my orientation. Is it something that would get back to an army supervisor like him?
I get carried away in my thoughts by just seeing him walk in here. I try not to stare, I remain polite and focus on what I'm doing. (What is it again that I'm doing?...) Looking into patients' case files doesn't seem to work for me very well in these moments. Time to time I glance up, maybe too many times, and I look at his face... his arms... his muscles... his generous smiles for the staff. Most folks seem to like him and respect him. Well, talking about like and respect... he seems absolutely dashing to me in his plain but well fitting uniform. Part of me would be tempted to just say a casual 'Hi' to him from where I'm sitting at a reception desk computer. He's taller then me, stronger built than I am and he also looks some years older than I am now, at twenty-five. Uh, it's hard to take my eyes off of him but I should better do that. I'm shifting in the chair again, feeling a little bit warmer than when I arrived.
I especially like his hands - I conclude it to myself. They seem so strong, yet so gentle in a way. He's writing something on a paper slip so I allow myself some undisturbed seconds of watching his fingers. If only they would touch my hair... I blush. Hey, I should look away, seriously. I decide to continue sipping my herbal tea and accept that some things just don't happen in life. We are worlds apart. He's army, I am med. He is a senior, I am a starter.
But one can daydream, can't he.