My earlier post reminded me that I should finally see a dermatologist, just for a generalized old-lady exam to see if any of my adorable freckles are going to kill me later.
I'm on the website looking at the doctors' photos and qualifications, and a few of them are men. One is a hot man.
Sorry, no, much as I'd love to take my clothes off in front of you, it's not gonna be when I'm speckled with skin allergies and potentially cancerous freckles.
Tell ya what -- let one of the other doctors in your practice fix those things, and also hook me up with some Botox, and THEN I can strut around your office naked, just for fun. Cool? Cool.
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