At the time, I did not think much of it, sort of like her change in hair color, which incidentally, I noticed because she noticed what I had done, but I didn't even say anything. Why? Saying the things you notice gives others valuable feedback.
Anyway, I woke up thinking about the extremely charming dental assistant and how she told me that she played trombone. And the major coincidence is why she played it opposed to what she wanted to play. But, it turns out with conversation that we have a whole lot in common, although, she is taller, younger, and much more sure of herself.
Hey, maybe that is what was so significant that was supposed to occur to me. The thing that made her so beautiful to me was how able she was. Not her manicure, or hair, or any number of other things she had done, at some expense, to compensate for lack of self worth.
She had a very pretty smile, too, but explained that she had to have major surgery and have her mouth wired shut for weeks, until it "set". It was worth it, if you ask me, especially in her profession, which I wonder if she will peruse after she has children, but that is another topic alltogether, huh?
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