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My Acceptance Elliot was beautiful, and cute, and hot, and sexy. The way her hair hung in her eyes was adorable, and I loved the way it looked just after it was washed; it was so soft, and smelled like grapefruit. Her eyes were a bright blue, always a beacon of color in a monochrome hospital. Her breasts were actually bigger than they seemed, not that I cared – as far as I was concerned, they were perfect. Elliot was smart. She was the best there was at multi-system failure codes, and the fact that DJ couldn’t stand it only made it that much sweeter. Her ability to always say the wrong thing at the wrong time was adorable, even if it sometimes drove me insane. Besides, it came in handy every now and then. And yes, she overreacted, but so do I, and I did live with Perry for years. It was nothing new. Elliot was surprisingly romantic. It was the little things, a hug when I was particularly upset, or the fact that she seemed to appear whenever I needed her the most. Promiscuity was nothing new to me, either, but I had taken care of that anyways. And yes, there were fervent make-outs in the halls, in front of everyone, but the expression on Perry’s face was always worth it. There weren’t any flowers or chocolates, but I’m not much of a flowers and chocolates type of person, so that was okay. Besides, when I walked up to her and demanded that she dump whoever she was currently screwing in favor of me, how quickly she agreed made me wonder how long she’d been waiting for me to ask. In short, Elliot was so much more than everyone, including myself, thought she was. - Jordan was beautiful, absolutely stunning. One of the few arguments I ever won with her was over her hair, which now fell in curls around her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, the color of really good chocolate, and it was beyond easy for me to lose myself in them. And, despite what Dr. Cox insisted, her breasts were real, every inch of them. Jordan was smart, leaving aside the whole Dr. Cox thing. The fact that she could manage the budget, keep the hospital going as well as finding the money for an extra MRI machine, or buy new books for the kids in pediatrics, proved it. I quickly learned that everything she said was for a specific reason and always to her advantage. She might not be the nicest person ever, but nobody ever claimed she was. Jordan wasn’t romantic in the usual ways, but she always found time for me We’d go to the beach once or twice a week, no matter the season, and went camping whenever we had a long weekend together. It constantly surprised me how much she liked the outdoors, but she did. And the fact that sex was a power trip didn’t bother me in the slightest – I had no problems with spending a night chained to a bed. Besides, she wasn’t with Dr. Cox anymore, and promised me that she never would be again. Case in point: Jordan and I dating was quite possibly the best thing that ever happened to me. |
My 40 Snapshotsby Nicole Merrill |
