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Update on coffee date:

Was ok. Spent an hour at Starbucks chit chatting and the topic of education came up. I told him that one of these days I’d like to get back into school and forward my degree in dentistry towards a forensic approach and he scrunched his nose.

“Like… working in the morgue?”

“I have limited experience with it, but yes - I would like to try my hand on it.”

“What do you mean ‘limited experience’?”

“I was asked to assist with alginate molds for some John and Jane Does who were needing to be identified. Sometimes dental records are found on them.”

“… so they’re dead… already….?”

“In the field of forensics - yes. Their bodies are already somewhat opened because the need to drain bodily fluids, so the smell is quite pungent, but while that is happening, the assistant is able to place the block under their neck and help with keeping their mouth open since rigor mortis has set in and - oh. Are you ok?”

*looks like he is about to barf* “I need to use the restroom. Be right back.”

Needless to say, that won’t happen again.