Tickle your ear....

You should always have fun when you are at work, right? Last week I got to partake in more mouse surgeries that were amazing, but I will spare you the details of how cool a mouse heart looks when it is beating true and totally exposed.

As I get to know people better I am coming out of my shy little shell and speaking my mind. The ladies in my office have nothing better to do than to hook-up the "single" people by playing matchmaker. I am picky, I tell them, but they heed nothing.

This week, I found the courage to have thoughtless chatter with the hot maintenance guy working on our water leak right next to our office. I am sure the office girls had a hand in it somehow, but I really didn't care. I read somewhere that it is ok to feel shy and wierd when talking to people because most likely they are too. So, in my attempt to open up an meet new people I conversed with the maintenance man, put on a cute little smile and scored an escort and drinking buddy to happy hour that evening in the lounge. Not too shabby -- guess I still got it!

I also scored later that afternoon in French with Jorg.

Jop is from Vienne and has the most amazing french accent. He visits our surgical ward about twice a week to practice his heart surgery technique before he begins his research study this next week. He was working on heart surgeries the other day in the operating room and I just happened to be available to help him, so we got to chatting over the next 4 hours about Vienne, Cincinnati, and life in general.

Surgeries always go faster when you have something to talk about, so needless to say I do alot of talking at work and with the vast natationalities that I work with, I am learning a ton about culture, travel, religions and oh, so much more. I like to believe that I am living vicariously through the ones I work with.


We were nearing the end of Jop's surgeries for the day when we got on topic about languages and cultures. Leading up to the great culture debate, language barrier debate, immigration debate, and finally how sexy some languages are versus others. For instance, I took french in high school versus spanish because in my opinion it was much prettier and passionate sounding language. I am german, but think that the german language is very throaty and almost kinda like spitting when you talk. Amidst the debate and puching for the english language it happened...Jorg leaned over and whispered into my left ear (lucky ear!) some of the following phrase, the rest is mine ladies -- I never have been good at sharing.....

Vous observe la brûlure un trou par moi bon bas à mon âme...

Damn to surgical masks that prevented the feeling of heat from his breath on my earlobe, but DAMN! How do we say -- MELTED RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR! It was so freaking HOT!

I was pretty sure he could have been swearing or insulting me and it would have been just as hot. Shit, he could've said my scrubs were blue and my feet were big and I would've still melted. Never have such beautiful words been whispered into my ear....oh left ear, you are so lucky! I'll never wash you again ... just kidding!

He won the language barrier debate needless to say, and that sure doesn't happen very often. Before he left he told me exactly what he said which was so incredibly sweet. I wonder if there is an American man out there that would speak so endearingly into ones ear with such creativity and truth...well, probably not. I am pretty sure I have never met such a man, but if one does exist please dial my digits.

On a side note, I am not sure what happened to our culture, but somewhere I am pretty sure that words and romance left and beer cans and cigarretes took over verbal conversations with meaning. Exit emotion -- enter intoxication. Hmmmm.....someday. A girl can dream right? How does that song go ... "some day my prince will come....," oh Disney, look what you have done to us girls.