OB...No, not another tampon post.
I 'd like to start by proclaiming that I am in madly in love with my husband. In no way does this moment of "gyno-attraction" diminish his hotness and my love for said hotness. Having said that, let's begin. So I feel pretty safe in saying my OB is hotter than your OB. Okay, make that "was", because when we left LA for St. George, I had to leave his glorious, silver, stirrups. But he is worth a post. Trust me on this . Let's start with our first (and only) encounter. It was my 6 week follow up after having The Boy. My regular OB was out of town, so they assigned me to Dr. McHottie. I walked into the room with no idea of what was to come. I got undressed (from the waist down of course) and stuck my feet in the stirrups. Then he walked in. A cross between Jake Gyllenhall and Channing Tatum. In scrubs. G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S. I got all kinds of flustered and the conversation went something like this. McHottie : "Hello Mrs. R." (Cleverly remin...
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Oh wait, I'm married. Strike that.
1. I understand your need/desire/ache to be working out all the time.
2. Does the Candy Man need anyone else (besides The Boy) to help waste his time? Check yes or no.
3. Candy Man has the second best pair of eyes in BlogLand.
4. The Boy has a hot daddy.
5, 6, 7. Move over Marlbaro Man, the is a new sheriff in town.
Let me go get back on the treadmill.
Whose eyes are number 1? I must see and obsess.
I am clumsy that way.
I do see the resemblance and it's not just the goatee!