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finishing her masters in physical therapy. After flan for dessert, we hear Sérgio Mendes coming from the back room. Mariana’s face lights up as she throws up her hands, “Dr. Nate, vamos dançar!” It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize she wants to go dancing.
    I should probably be self-conscious, since I’ve never danced Samba, but I’m so enthrolled with Mariana that the thought doesn’t really cross my mind. I’m just hoping that Samba dancing includes some form of slow dancing, since I have a strong desire to get my hands on her.
    Lucky for me, Mariana tells me to put one hand on her shoulder and one on her waist as she she gives me a Samba lesson. We must be on the floor for at least three hours. The room fills up and the floor gets busy, but I only notice Mariana. At some point she tells me she needs to take a break. Getting each of us a Devassa beer, she continues to move her hips. A few fellow Brazillians come up to her. Talking to them in Portuguese she leans into me in a flirty, possesive way. Placing my hand on her waist, she shakes her butt against me and I think I must be in heaven.
    On the way home she keeps on thanking me for the “maravilhoso” night. She tells me, “Just a taste of home can help me survive this long Minnesota winter.”
    Not wanting to push my luck, I’d don’t even try to kiss her when I walk her to her door. As I watch her open the door, I genuinely tell her, “This was a lot of fun, we should go out again.”
    “Oh, Dr. Nate, you’re so much more of a gentleman than I thought,” she gushes, as she lifts up on her tiptoes and kisses me on the cheek. Knowing that her first impression of me was correct, I vow to be the gentleman she now thinks I am. As I move to walk away, Mariana grabs my hand and looks at me through her eyelashes. With a sly smile she reaches again up on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss so warm and wonderful I think the Brazilian sun is now shinning brightly, even though we’re in the middle of a cold Minnesota night.
    After what feels like forever, or maybe just a minute, she pulls away and says, “Dr. Nate, your so cute, now I know why the girls all have problems with you.”
    Now I’m confused, is this good or bad?
    Looking at my perplexed expression, she laughs, “It’s cold out here.” With a flirty wink she then says, “Next time, I’ll invite you in.”
     

Chapter 10 – The Rules of Dating
     
    Getting moved to the Orthopedic Trauma Service rotation turns out to be good timing since I’m now caught, as they say, “hook, line, and sinker,” into Mariana. I’m still trying to keep in shape—and of course working at the hospital at least sixty-five hours a week—but every available free moment is now taken up by Mariana. She makes me hire a cleaning lady, since I’m never going to do it and she won’t stay in my filthy apartment. I’ve also learned that she’s never on time for anything, can spend an hour on her hair, changes her clothes three times before she finally decides what she wants to wear, and expects me to make dinner reservations since she doesn’t like to wait in line. If I don’t compliment her on how she looks, or text her at least twice a day, she loses it on me. After seeing her for a few months I think I can write a Mariana rulebook, though no other guy is ever going to go out with her, so there really is no need.
    Spending at least half of my day in the operating room, I find that surgery gives me the same focus I get when competing in sports. When I play hockey, in MMA completions, and now in the OR, the world around me narrows and I find I have laser focus. My mind is so focused on the task at hand I have no idea about time or any activity outside of what I’m doing. This has become problematic in my relationship with Mariana, since she doesn’t like to be left waiting around. I’m now getting really good at texting her before surgery, telling her what OR I will be in so she can find out when I get