Are you behaving yourself?

There lies one gentle doctor, brilliant, cool, calm and collected. One has to listen very carefully to what he says, because it's always in an undertone. Something which I could describe as sotto voce. Why? Because he is no prima donna like some other doctor. Perhaps because he is into pathology and not into the brainy kind of medicine. Perhaps brainy doctors are queer. And although it's a different kind of medicine to the brainy field, this doctor, quite brainy himself, is a tinge strange. He reminds me of Sherlock Holmes, but he has no Watson, there is no trace of gay in him. Although he's quite good at being a detective in his work. Pathology must be no mean feat, it is, in a way, very much like detective work, one still has to chase the culprit doing harm. So perhaps it's fitting that he dons the Holmes look. My wild guess is that he has a very attractive female Watson too. It's all there in the eyes, in the subdued voice. Almost perverse. Or actually perverse. But one thing he asks, always asks is, have you been behaving yourself? The first time I was taken aback. Was I in a doctor's surgery, in a confessional, an 8 year old being quizzed by a stern headmaster? Then I noticed the smile, a wry kind of smile, just like a British. Oh God, this was sexual. And how do you answer a question like that? I was in a state of panic. If I said no, then that would make me a nerd, if I said yes then would that make me a sex maniac? I had very little time to make up my mind. So I said nothing, I decided to copy the wry smile. And I smiled my wryest smile. I'm not sure if it worked or not. This man has eerie insight. And I'm not sure I'm looking forward to my next visit. Because he'll ask again. And can I get away with smiling again? I'm not so sure. Perhaps I'll direct him to my blog.