yea, you wouldn't wanna leg wrestle me

cause i'd win. i was at the park, sitting on the bench, thinking of the funniest things.

for instance, last week at the hospital the handsome resident doctor was administering my physical exam, checking the strength of my legs. after one compression, he said under his breath 'really strong legs.' it was kind of hot, or at least i was proud of myself. 

[there's also something nice about a guy down on his knee, looking up at me. now i'm having amusing flashes of him proposing, as to say 'what if this is how you meet your soulmate? the first time he sees me, i have grossly hairy legs and he has to stick his gloved finger way up my ass and instruct me to squeeze as tight as i can.

i mean, that's hysterical. i'm whipping up quite a nice 'this is how i met my soulmate, my hysterical neurosurgeon husband' tale. oh what a dream that would be. i'm glad getting high at least lets me fantasize such things, before instinctively thinking 'oh, as if.']

i was out in the park, thinking my joke should have been 'yea, you wouldn't wanna leg wrestle me.' i sat out there and thought about him laughing -- he sees all kinds of people all day, so how am i going to leave a lasting impression? make him laugh -- one of the nurses said that he was a jokester, he's the funny guy. it's fun to have nothing else to do than think up ways to win the heart of someone you think is way out of your league. i've got it pretty good, if that's the most of my problems.