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   (No Sex -- Just the setup and back story)

   Often when people hear that I am a nurse, I get that "Are you serious?"
look.  Sometimes they follow it up with a, "Isn't that an unusual
occupation for men?" I'm getting use to it, but when I first started 4
years ago, people would come up and start asking me questions assuming I
was a doctor.  This was particularly awkward when I was assisting a female
doctor because patients [especially older patients] would be asking me
questions and telling the doctor what she was doing wrong.

   The other thing I hear fairly often is, "What's a handsome guy like you
doing as a nurse?"

   Truth be told, I first got the idea to become a nurse when I fractured
my leg in high school football.  The nurse that was tending to me [her name
was Brandy] was a gorgeous, dark haired beauty with gold eyes.  I was
immediately in love.  And that's when I realized that the one male nurse
they had there didn't seem at all interested in the ladies.  A male nurse
in a place like this would have no competition.

   After I had finished healing, I went back to the hospital and
volunteered my time -- mostly with cleaning, but I did get to assist with
patients occasionally.  What I found was that female patients saw male
nurses as something akin to knights in shining armor or, in this case,
shining scrubs.  They liked the strong arms helping them in and out of bed,
or a chair, or into the shower.

   So I made the decision to become a nurse -- strictly for the women.  I
know, I know...  it's shallow.  But that's how a teenaged brain thinks.

   Fast forward a few years as I finished nursing school and began looking
for a job.  I knew I had to stay local because I was helping my mom around
the house since my father passed away a year earlier, so that limited me to
one hospital and various small medical practices.  So I began applying.

   Months went by when I got a call from the hospital asking if I could
come in for a job interview.  I was thrilled that I may [possibly] be able
to quit my job at K-Mart and begin making some real money.

   I arrived on time, brought my portfolio, interviewed well, and was
actually offered a job on the spot.  I found out later that they were under
investigation for "gender equity issues", so I was possibly just a token
male nurse to pad the numbers -- but I was definitely okay with that if it
meant a job.

   I spent much of the next year as a floater covering breaks and lunches
on various nursing stations around the hospital, but mostly I got called
when someone was too heavy to lift or too violent to manage.  Also, much to
my dismay, nurses generally have a strong policy against dating other
nurses.  Not only can they be reprimanded by the hospital administration,
they can be fired or demoted as well.

   So if I wanted any possibility of "getting any", I knew I would be
limited to patients.  At least that's what I thought until I got "promoted"
to a full time nursing station position...  in the pediatric unit!  NOO! 
Life was just not fair sometimes.

   And shortly after this "unfortunate change", my life took a very
interesting turn -- and things would NEVER be the same again.
   (to be continued)