Her name was Monica. She was beautiful. But of course, Monica was Brazilian.
Ted met her when he was in Chapel Hill on business and had a dental emergency (painful toothache). A local colleague recommended her.
Monica was his first female dentist, but apparently they're common in Brazil. On the other hand, she got her training locally at the UNC Adams School of Dentistry.
When Ted sat in the dentist's chair, he couldn't believe his good fortune. His eyes were glued to the gorgeous face only inches away. She smelled fantastic and her voice...speaking English with a Brazilian accent. He stopped thinking about his toothache.
Monica did a great job filling a nasty cavity. Ted wished it had taken longer so he could continue being so close to her, but all good things must end. Or do they? He noted no ring on her left hand.
Two months later, Ted returned to Chapel Hill. Business again. He called her office and asked for Monica. They put him on hold for five minutes.
When Monica came on, Ted asked her to dinner. She said she didn't date patients. He told her she would never again be his dentist. Never. No matter what.
So Monica and Ted had dinner that night at the Stoney River Steakhouse and Grill, adjacent to University Mall. They split a center cut piece of filet mignon, a bottle of merlot and a slice of chocolate cake.
They talked long after the food and beverages were taken away. The restaurant staff left them alone.
Later, Monica left Ted alone in the parking lot, driving away in her Volvo, but they parted company with two kisses (beijos), one on each cheek. Ted had to see her again.
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