An eye opening kind of love...

I have a confession to make: I have a teeny little crush on my optometrist. He has children and I think he’s single, but I’m not interested in pursuing this. Although he claims I’m his most interesting patient (he told me that not long ago), I’m sure he wouldn’t know me if we passed on the street. In fact, the anonymity of the whole thing is part of what appeals to me. He’s a great guy, well traveled, and he makes good money (he just expanded his practice). But my favorite thing about him is how excited he gets when he talks about eyes. He loves them. He loves to look at them, he loves to draw them, and he loves to talk about them. What’s not to like about that? Maybe common interest is overrated. Maybe what’s really needed in passion. Passion about anything, even eyes.

Anyway, I have an appointment with him tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted.