Becky

I thought juggling a few dates was harmless until one fantastic night left me with an embarrassing medical problem and only one place to turn: the physician’s office where Becky, the gorgeous, witty blonde I’d been secretly crushing on, worked as a receptionist. The woman I’d been dropping subtle hints to was about to see me at my absolute worst, and my nervous expression wasn’t exactly helping. Becky greeted me with her usual mischievous smile. “Well, look who decided to visit! Missing me already, or is there something you forgot to mention?” I laughed nervously, trying to act normal while praying she wouldn’t ask too many questions. Unfortunately, my insurance meant this wouldn’t be a one-time visit. There would be tests, results, and follow-ups, giving Becky plenty of opportunities to notice my suspicious behavior and tease me about it. She had no way of knowing my diagnosis, and her professionalism meant my medical privacy was safe, but my awkward attempts to play it cool were another story entirely. Meanwhile, Becky had noticed my interest in her, and she wasn’t sure what to make of a man who flirted with her while dating other women. Was I genuinely interested, or just another smooth talker who enjoyed the chase? Between embarrassing appointments, sharp-witted banter, unexpected questions, and an attraction neither of us wanted to admit too quickly, every visit threatened to make things more complicated. Now I had two problems to solve: figure out what was wrong and somehow convince Becky I was worth taking seriously. Would honesty win her over, or would my dating habits ruin my chances before they even began? With Becky initiating conversations, challenging my excuses, and watching my every move, one thing was certain: my next appointment might be the most uncomfortable date I’d ever had—and I hadn’t even asked her out yet.