This one’s for the girls. I made my warning, boys. Stop reading now. Unless you have some twisted ideas about vajays and gynos.

Yes, today was that visit. Is this already TMI? I don’t care, I continue. The beauty of sharing yourself so freely on the internet.

So, in comes Miss K, as I’ll refer to her and I knew, despite it not being my doctor, that I was going to love her when she was all:

“Guuuurrrlll, I gotta get me some of that lipstick you got on.”

She might have been totally bsing me, but that’s okay, too — it worked.

Somehow, I’m not really sure how, yoga came up. Oh, yes I do remember now … she was telling me about how she’s lost over 50 pounds in the last year and wants to keep toning and of course, me and my big mouth, has to start preaching the yoga.

Next thing I know, as I’m spread eagle, mid exam, she’s telling me how excited she is to come to my yoga class.

The absolute absurdity and humor of the moment did not escape me.

Really? Coming to class? Because I’m pretty sure the first time, or anytime she does actually come, all I’m going to be able to think about is her having stared at my vajay.

Did it look good to her? Was she horrified? Is Miss K comparing my vajay?

Yes, girls, this takes up close and personal to a whole new level.