I find hospital scrubs sexy. Or more accurately, when they're filled out by an appealing female figure. I recently spent several hours in a local hospital emergency
department after a family member took a bad fall. Being a red-blooded guy with a roving eye I identified a number of attractive women, mostly nurses, in
colorful scrubs as they moved in and out, and back and forth. There was Naomi, a cute baby doll with blue eyes and matching scrubs. Veronica, a young woman and
probably an LNA, fit and curvy in maroon. I have a soft spot for nerdy girls with glasses and kept returning to Maggie, her dirty blonde pinned up, showing off her athletic
build in navy blue scrubs. There were others, too, including a foxy EMT with long brown hair who sauntered through at one point. As the minutes bled into hours, my
mind began to wander and start the fantasies. Naomi versus Veronica. Maggie versus the EMT. Maggie versus anybody, for that matter
A pressure cooker ER environment simmering with cattiness and exploding in frenzied fighting. As first sparks and then fists fly. As a group of pretty and proud professionals descend into pettiness and rivalry, punching and catfighting for supremacy.
That's how I spend my time waiting in the hospital. Perhaps I'm not alone in this regard
