loss of a potential husband YET AGAIN

I enter the room, you're sitting across the room with the Professor— Fair skin, light brown straight short hair, silver colored framed glasses, wearing a white sweatshirt and black pants as I see from under the table, and even though you're sitting, I can tell you're tall, not overly tall, but definitely around 6'0 feet, but you're not huge, you have a slender body I may very, very easily more than appreciate in a man. Your shoes sucks though. They're sports shoes, something ugly and blue and with orange colored lines on it. Nothing classy. But don't worry you have a nicer posture than me and you hold eye contact very well. Not to mention you're a medicine student who's going to be a doctor and I'm unemployed. But there must be always someone for everone, right? Even though I didn't look at you directly, since I was talking to the Professor, you looked at me whole time. I liked it. I can imagine you doing this for every other patient, the good doctor assistant you are but I can imagine the most beautiful, hottest, skinniest, well-spoken person came to the dermatologist was me that day. I'm sure it was a fresh air of breath to you, I mean sure there should be also a lot of pretty girls in your class... But it's really nice to imagine that you were only able to look at me with the painful awareness that we would most likely never see each other again, grieving for a life we won't live together, that stupid nonexistent life where we met in different circumstances. But we didn't. And you're just looking at me, forcing me to think about possibilities, even if only for a few minutes, it was enough to make me feel something. Good job. Good for you. Because in that moment, I swear, God, I just knew. I knew that our offspring would be just so perfect, you'll never know, we'll fast forward 20 years and I'll get more attached to our children as every devoted mother do, and you won't even mind because they're an extension of you, and we'll all live happily ever after. Am I delusional? Maybe I'm delusional. Don't forget about me, because I loved you for a second. And wait for three months later, you heard that from the Professor too, I'll be there at the same time, same place. Please be there again like a good doc' you are