Today, I went to get an MRI of my brain. I'd never had one before and was a touch nervous. The tech was a good looking 30-something year old, very charming and cute. He asked me questions about my medical history and explained some things about the test. He had me hang up my coat and put my purse in a locker before we entered the room with the MRI machine. Once in the room he asked if I had any metal in my hair scrunchy. I said, " No, but what about the zipper in my jeans? Will they be torn off of me?" He said, "No, only your head will be in the machine." Without thinking I said, "What about the underwires in my bra?" He said, "Do you wear your bra on your head?" Feeling like an idiot I said, "No." He laughed and said, "Then you don't have to worry about it being torn off of you." I gave him a dirty smile and said, "What about after the MRI, any chance of that happening then?" He laughed and shook his head then changed the subject by asking me what kind of music I'd like to listen to while in the machine. I don't know why I say inappropriate things to men when I'm nervous. I guess it's that old stressed=horny connection I have again.