Dear Andrew the plasma tech

I will miss you very much my dearest Andrew. You have made my time at the plasma center as *ouch* painless as possible. You are my very favorite senior technician, and I think you have the best stick technique in the whole place. You are so very talented at your job. I loved waiting to see if I would be lucky enough to be put in the section you were working. I prayed that if I had to have my bad vein poked, you would be the one to do it. When Frankie brutalized that vein and I ended up with that huge bruise, you were the only other person I would let do my veinipuncture on that delicate arm. You would joke around as you set up my 880 milliliter plasma collection bottle and carefully tap my inner elbow to get my vein to show up; all the while I swelled with delight at your borderline flirtations and goofy comments. You would swiftly and deftly jab that huge needle into place, never missing the vein or causing a purple bruise. You would stride away when you were finished; shoulders back, never missing a beat.
You are my plasma crush, Andrew. I am very fond of you, and if I ever need a life saving IV, I will be sure to call upon you to persuade my finicky right arm vein to stop jumping around as the needle punctures my skin.
I will also miss my dear Colton from the plasma center, as I am strangely attracted to the blond Brigham Young style beard that he carries off with his cocky twenty year old football player self. Colton, I have never known a young man with such an old style to be so sure of himself. You are my number two plasma crush, dear Colty.
Alas my time at the plasma center is finished for now. Finito mis chicos. Mucho gusto.