First, I would like to apologize for being MIA over the past several days.  I haven’t been writing because I have been really busy…hanging out with my hot EMT!!!  Before I get too deep into this story though, I should tell you, he’s not actually an EMT.  Apparently, I’ve been incorrectly referring to him as an EMT all of these years.  But technically he’s a “paramedic” which to us means he’s kind of a big deal.  A paramedic can legally administer drugs (and in my case pull me out of bed walk me to the toilet) whereas an EMT cannot do these kinds of important things.  See, I’m already aiming high in the exciting world of ambulance boys!

I am sure that you are all probably wondering how in the world the hot EMT (I mean Paramedic) has suddenly become my new boyfriend.  Well, it all went down 6 days ago, on my birthday.  It was early in the morning and I was sitting outside, having coffee with a friend.  He and I were discussing the Chicago vs. New York scenario (much like the tone of many of my other conversations these days).  My friend and I were in deep conversation but I just couldn’t stay focused on the subject matter at-hand.  I was sensing that my hot paramedic was near.  (And by “sense” I mean see.  I was literally watching my hot paramedic circle the block in his ambulance several times before he finally parked right across the street from where my friend and I were sitting.)  As my friend tried to convince me not to move to Chicago or New York, my eyes remained fixated on the hot paramedic who was crossing the street and walking towards us.  I was all flustered.  At that moment, I had to interrupt my friend and let him know about the situation that developing around us.  Simply watching my Paramedic crush make his way toward me made my heart skip a few beats.  I was officially losing my cool (and certainly, the hot coffee that I was sipping on wasn’t helping the cause too much either!)

Trying to remain poised, I quietly informed my friend that the hot paramedic was in our vicinity.  I wanted to remain calm because I didn’t want my friend to sense all of the excitement that was brewing up inside of me.

“I don’t want to alarm you,” I said.  ”But the hot EMT (he was still an EMT to me at that time) is in the coffee shop.”

“Well go in there and say hi to him!” My friend suggested.

Looking at him as though he were a crazy person, I said to him, “I don’t say hello to boys that I like.  I only talk to boys that I don’t like!”

“If you don’t go in there and say hello to him, I am going to do it for you!”  My friend said, thinking that that statement would actually convince me to walk in there.  Little did he know that it wouldn’t…

And that’s exactly how it happened.  A few minutes later, my friend walked into the coffee shop and brought me back one hot paramedic (Well two.  The hot paramedic was with his partner that morning but I was onlyinterested in one.)

Much like anyone who is reunited with her hot paramedic after a few years, we spent several minutes reminiscing about that dreadful morning that he came into my apartment and saved my life.  (And by saving my life, I of course mean, helping me out of bed and pulling down my pants for me before sitting me onto my toilet.)  Much to my excitement, the hot paramedic remembered me!  I couldn’t be more thrilled!

And then, he did the unthinkable!  He did what every girl dreams about having happen with their hot paramedic.  He asked me for my phone number!  And in that moment where I was scribbling down my digits on to a scrap of newspaper, I had a strong sense that my EMT (well, now Paramedic) was going to become my future husband once and for all.

Immediately, thoughts of us cruising around in his ambulance together on the weekends began flooding my mind.  I decided that we’d drive my car during the week and take his ambulance out for joy rides on the weekends.  It had been nearly two years since I had first envisioned my wedding day with the hot Paramedic becoming my husband.  But thoughts of our wedding day together came rushing back.  I couldn’t help but to start planning our perfect little Paramedic themed wedding in my mind.   (I am sure that you can envision what I am talking about.  A wedding where all of my bridesmaids are wearing navy colored dresses with silver paramedic belt buckles, and lots of sirens going off throughout the reception, and us being whisked away in an ambulance that reads “Just Married”.)

And as I am sure you can imagine, I became overly giddy when my hot paramedic texted me later that morning.

He wrote, “Hi!  It’s Hot Paramedic.  Hopefully this isn’t a fake number.”

Which to that I responded, “Dean would never give out a fake number to someone who saved her life!”

And it’s been all smooth-sailing since then!  He met my friends and me out for drinks that night on my birthday.  I was somewhat too drunk to remember actually hanging out with him that night but that’s beside the point.  It was my birthday, after all!  But the important thing to note here is that he came out to see me!  (It was actually that night, when I introduced him to all of my friends as “the EMT who saved my life” that he informed me that he was actually a Paramedic.)

For the last 6 days, the hot paramedic and I have been texting, and talking on the phone, and doing lots and lots of flirting.  Last night he even came over to my apartment and cooked me dinner!  (I’ve already decided that since he cooked me a nice meal, I am going to return the favor and serve him a nice dinner too.  Since I can’t cook, I am thinking a really nice bowl of cereal.  Like a kind with marshmallows or some other novelty cereal item.  I think he would be impressed if I choose something really nice.  And he did just happen to mention last night that he grew up eating Lucky Charms…)

So there you have it.  This is why I have not blogged over the past couple of days.  My hot paramedic has been occupying all of my time and I just can’t seem to stay focused on anything else these days.  The best part is that he said I never needed to call 9-1-1 ever again.  I can just call him directly for any future emergencies!

I am hoping that someday soon he is going to take me on a romantic tour of the city in his ambulance.  It would be fun.  Maybe we can drive through red lights and everything!

Who doesn’t love a man who drives fast…with sirens?