BONUS MATERIAL: DIARY ENTRIES ABOUT THE HOT JEWISH DOCTOR (PLUS BODY GLITTER)

Oh the obsession begins!

I have about 11-12+ diaries that used to live practically forgotten on a bookshelf but I think I’ll re-type the pages (I may not share them) and then discard many of them. After all, when I’m gone, who will want them or even be interested? 

I’ve thought often about things we leave behind after my sister, our husbands, and I sorted through our Father’s personal effects. When I’ve written scraps of bits here or there – sometimes dated, sometimes not – anyone discarding things in future will not know the significance or care about it. If I write about it and re-frame it here, it’s part of this Why We Met tapestry but I won’t share everything, of course. I even found diary entries which seemed part of some school project from thirteen-year-old me. Let’s just say I’m no Anne Frank or deep thinker at that age. 

Here are some entries I found on Hot Jewish Doctor. Of course, everything I seemed to write about him was NSFW. Skip the first section to get to the juicier bits about Hot Jewish Doctor and my misguided use of tons of body glitter…

Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash – The body glitter was not that intense but wouldn’t that have looked cool?

Wednesday, 28 September 2011 

I have five minutes before I go home. The day is dragging.

I think I was working at a tutoring centre at this point.

As soon as I wrote that, I got called to help a student who was writing a case study. She didn't seem to go to Columbus Tech – or maybe she did – but she said it was for a class at Columbus State. She wanted to know the format of a case study, but none of the manuals I checked could help. I felt badly I couldn’t help her more but she was appreciative.

Oh the number of case studies I’ve since written as a freelance writer.

I went home after that and did a few things before I went to my personal training. [This trainer was before I got my amazing trainer Tiffany and later, in England, my beloved friend and old personal trainer Nicola (of course, Nicola is now busy with her high-flying career training the elderly for the NHS).] I prepared the lamb, peeled some potatoes, and got out some carrots. I made lamb encrusted with pepper, rosemary, and thyme. I put it in the oven after calling Mum and determining it would take 80 minutes to cook. I also put eggs on to boil and grilled some chicken breasts for the next day’s lunch. Then, I got ready for training and turned it all off for when I got back.  

I wonder if this is what I made one time Doctor came over for a homecooked meal and I made Brittany also attend but I acted weird and jittery and the whole evening did not go that well. I don’t, oddly, seem to have any notes about that night. Once, he came over to my apartment and saw how messy my room was and joked, ‘Oh, I see you cleaned up for me.’ Just as with my first date guy, I sometimes thought that if it looked like I was trying too hard it was bad but seriously, having a messy room is surely a turn off for everyone. What was I thinking? I mean, most likely I couldn’t be arsed removing all the clothing explosion from my room.

I met my new trainer, Cassie, and went on the treadmill to warm up. Then, she measured, photographed, and weighed me. It seems like she is more serious about helping me reach my goals than my last trainer. I thought I liked Bruce – and I do – but I think Cassie will be better for me.

Bruce was a former Army basic training instructor and barked orders at me and made me do awful things like bear crawls and lots of push-ups until I was drenched in sweat. That’s not my kinda vibe. I much prefer the free weights.

We did weighted squats, weighted lunges, and hamstring exercises. We also did some ball crunches and some leg crunches – where I put my legs on the exercise ball and lift my hips up for three and down. Then, we ended with stretching. I really liked what we did. It was difficult – say, challenging – but doable and I could feel it working. Then, I did 30 minutes of cardio on the elliptical. Whilst on the elliptical, I was approached by Jennifer who teaches some sort of dance class and she asked me to join. She’s doing it at 4 pm on Sunday. I might try it.

I didn’t try it. I always felt like any type of dance/Zumba/coordination class was not for me. Once, I went to Zumba and it felt like everyone was in an N’Sync style music video and knew all the moves and I’d somehow not gotten the memo, so I flailed around a bit and felt like an idiot. I’ve never been able to dance and distinctly look very un-sexy when trying to do it.

The juicy bits…

I am covered in purple glitter. Poor [Hot Jewish Doctor] probably is too. In hindsight, glitter, the herpes of craft supplies, wasn’t as hot or cool as I’d imagined. I thought it’d be cute because it matched my new bra and panties I’d bought with [Dr P] in mind. The trouble with nice underwear is men never truly appreciate it; they’re more apt to take it off than to admire it. [Dr P] was wearing his doctor coat – as I asked - when I arrived with a hard cock underneath. 

It was really hot. He’s so gorgeous and sexy. I love his body so much. He has amazing shoulders and sexy, muscular arms and muscular shoulders. When he fucks me on top, I can see the muscles move in his arms, chest, and shoulders and it really turns me on.

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