Probably all of us have happened across a certain smoking hot nurse doing her thing and had this reaction (if only in our head, hopefully):

And can you blame us?

I mean, when an already beautiful and sexy woman is cast in a role of caring, healing and comforting others we can't help but be turned on, right?

But how in the world are you supposed to actually meet her?

The cold, sterile environment of a hospital and/or a doctor's office isn't exactly the ideal place to stir up some romance.

Worse, if she works for your own doctor's office, you can pretty much forget it. After all, they have rules against dating their own patients...and probably for good reason.

Nevertheless, don't let any of that cause you to believe that meeting nurses is all but impossible in general. In fact, if that's what you believe it's time to do emergency surgery on your way of thinking.

For starters, think of it this way. Sure, she works in a place that's pretty stark and dare I say it--boring.

Instead of seeing that as a challenge to "mood creation", view it as an opportunity to brighten what may be a long and tedious day at work for her.

Even if and when she does see some "excitement", it's often stressful at best, and downright disgusting at worst.

That can only mean that your ability to lighten things up with something funny and/or even silly can work wonders.

It might even intrigue her to no end, given that most other people in this life tend to fall in line with the solemn mood of a medical facility almost unconsciously.

So assuming that YOU are, in fact, conscious upon entering her workplace make it your mission to make a nurse smile.

Now obviously, the very best way to get around the whole "service provider/patient" taboo is to, well...NOT be the patient.

This means that when you volunteer to take someone else to the doctor's office and/or visit someone in the hospital, each and every hot nurse you find is just as likely to be "fair game" as any woman you'd encounter elsewhere.

Except, of course, they're nurses. So much the better.

That said, even if you're the patient, all isn't necessarily lost.

I certainly don't wish it upon anyone, but should you ever, say, break your leg BMXing (*cough*) or crack a few ribs playing lacrosse (*cough, ahem*) you just might land in the Emergency
Room.

The pain of that is no fun, the long friggin' wait is worse, and the bill that looms at the end is potentially worst of all.

BUT...here's the "silver lining". IF you are fortunate enough to bust your @$$ on a weekend or late at night you just might find yourself surrounded with ALL the low-seniority (read: "hot") nurses.

There could be a half-dozen of them. And get this: Because you won't be under their care for more than a few hours, it's "game on". Nice.

Now, check it out. I can practically guarantee you that 99.9% of the flotsam and jetsam (read: "other dudes") who pass through the ER doors on their watch are nothing short of whiny and butt-hurt.

But not you. You're different.

Having read this, you'll bite down hard on the pain and make it a point to lighten up the nurses ANYWAY.

I'm telling you, this is MONEY. If you can simply keep from worrying aloud or freaking out in front of them, you're already one-up.

But if you can stay downright calm, cool and collected with a "no worries" composure that would make Paul Hogan jealous, you'll have these women buzzing amongst themselves about you on their next break.

Let me be clear here. If you've suddenly been dealt a life and death issue in the moment--which I sincerely hope you never have to go to an Emergency Room for--then far be it from me to be unreasonable.

If meeting nurses is the farthest thing from your mind in that situation, then so be it. I understand, young Skywalker.

That said, I've seen people lighten up nurses even in the midst of that.

Years ago, one of my close friends experienced total kidney failure and nearly died. Fortunately, they rushed him to the hospital just in the nick of time.

As you can imagine, I went to visit him as soon as I could.

He had just awakened from a three-day coma. As fortune would have it, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was the same bona-fide cutie of a nurse who was at his side when I arrived.

I asked her how he was doing. So the story goes (from the nurse herself), she had just a bit earlier held his hand and asked him the same question.

His answer? Without missing a beat, he whispered through the fog, "Yeah, I must have had a pretty serious case of that terrible Hawaiian tropical illness...'Lakanooki'"

The nurse giggled and told me, "Yep, he's a real smart aleck. He told me the only cure was 'Kamanawanalaya'."

Let's just say that making her laugh with a certifiably bold joke like that had a MUCH better effect on her than self-pity would have.

In a weird sort of way, it's as if my friend had matter-of-factly served notice to her that he already had this handled.

He came off as both confident and courageous. That tends to turn women on.

Not bad for a guy in the ICU.

For my part, the morning I broke the aforementioned leg BMXing it turned out I needed surgery right away to repair it.

And what do you know? The anesthesiologist in the operating room was a hottie.

Before she gave me the mask, she smiled and said, "Sweet dreams".

My reply? "Just as long as you still respect me in the morning."

She made it a point to check in on me with a playful smile after I woke up. I *sort of* remember that. Ha!

Emergency room visits are good opportunities indeed, as are one-off visits to a specialist (unless, maybe, it's a urologist's office. Geez.)

Remember always, though...you've got to actually say "Hellooo, nurse" before anything good can develop.

In fact, you could probably say exactly that and get a smile, just as long as you're a bit more suave about it than they are in the cartoons.