So a little backstory.

I am a Charge nurse at a skilled nursing facility. I manage the nurses who take care of post-surgery elderly patients. Lots of broken bones, pneumonias, clotting problems, you name it.

Earlier this year, I became acquainted with the grandson for one of my long-term patients. He looks like he is in his late twenties/early thirties, and is the power of attorney for my patient, so I have to discuss patient care with him a lot. He visits the facility about 3-4 times a week.

I thought he was freaking cute when I first saw him, but being in a business relationship, I never really thought much of him. I didn't even know if he was gay. When we did speak, it was a lot of miscellaneous conversation about the weather, how his grandmother was doing, the traffic, etc. Boring but friendly stuff. Nothing serious.

But today, he walked into my office as I was busy finishing up an admission. I looked at him and smiled and asked, "How could I help you?"

He just shrugged with his jacket rolled up in his arm. "Nothing. Everything is going well. How was pride?"

My mind was so tired and busy when he asked that question, that I really didn't think anything of it. I was writing something in a patient's binder at the time. Without skipping a beat, and in my professional, customer service voice, I said, "It went well! There was too much people though, so I had to call it an early night and sleep at 5PM. I was so exhausted."

At that point, I paused for a second and looked up from the paper I was writing on. I raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I went to pride?"

He smirked. "Well you're on Grindr, so I figured."

....wait what?

I felt my face heating up. I bit my lip and turned away from him. I managed to mutter, "Oh. I'm sorry." Not sure why I apologized, but I didn't know what else to say.

"Don't be sorry! I'm on Grindr too." He gave me a big smile. I could see that he was also turning slightly red. I just looked at my desk and stared at the paper I was writing on, noticing that I had written the wrong date on a diet slip I was filling out.

A few uncomfortable seconds later, he cleared his throat. "Well, I better get going. You have a good night!"

"Oh." I mumbled. "Okay. Good night."

So now I'm in my office, waiting on the last 10 minutes of my shift to finish. I can't concentrate at all. My heart is pounding. What the hell just happened? Lol.

Sorry for the long story. Thought I just needed to share this to someone. Not sure what I'm going to say the next time I see him. Thanks for reading, haha