MILF?

Yoda made a pass at me last night.

Kind of "Dammit!" because Yoda and his techniques are unique to him.  Yoda made it all up and I can't go somewhere else to get the same kind of training.

In some ways it was validating because my creep-meter had been going off for a while now and I wasn't trusting my instincts (always a big mistake, my instincts never fail me).  Also, holy freaking crap, this man who sees me in the most embarrassing poses ever still thinks I'm that kind of hot??

I kept it mostly inside last night.  I did mention to the husband that Yoda had been extra -what ever he is- though.  I finally couldn't hold it in any more this morning (needed to sort out if I could possibly continue to train with him despite) and I told lil sis (distracted) and also the editor (working)  and peanut (who had company over and couldn't talk) and finally (in a moment of transference where I felt a dudes opinion would be a good thing and I wished I was seeing my old stepford chiro) I told my new new town chiro.

Then I told the husband that Yoda was trying to convince me to kiss him and his reaction was quite the disappointment.  The husband's reaction ran somewhere along the lines of "Yeah, so what?"  While I told the husband because he isn't a hot head who might grab a rifle and shoot Yoda in cold blood I would have appreciated at least maybe threat to kick Yoda's ass with his size 15 orthopedic - I have second degree burns on the bottom of my feet- post surgery booties or any other reaction as highly improbably as it might sound,  but at least demonstrating a teeny tiny tid bit of manly-don't mess with my woman-possessiveness or even some very flattering jealousy.  I got bupkus.

In the end I'm taking the new chiro's advice and putting my foot down with Yoda, demanding a solely professional relationship and leaving him if he makes me uncomfortable.