Okay, so my physical therapist is ridiculously good looking.

This would be great for anyone else, but for Sam it just means lots of nervousness, blushing, awkward jokes, and general embarrassment. The worst/best part is that "physical therapy" (at least this week) really just involves an hour-long leg massage...I think I must have been bright red the whole time...BUT I COULD get used to having a beautiful guy massaging my leg all the time...ACK!

He's not even my typical type. He's totally some ex-jock who wears Dockers and a button down shirt, but he breaks all type boundaries by being universally handsome. Oh dear. I have to go back on Friday...

OH, and I also didn't think to bring gym shorts to change into, so I was wearing my work pants, which aren't exactly loose in the butt/thigh area...and so when he was stretching my legs up on his shoulder (yes, this DEFINITELY made me blush!) all I was thinking was, "Dear God, please don't let me have camel toe. PLEASE don't look down right now..."

Maybe he has a flat feet fetish...

Note to self: Shave your legs before Friday!