Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because Doctor Steve Is My Kind Of A Man I had a dinner with my sexy sarcastic young doctor today. But that was after I made him a mixed CD of the freaky music I listen to and gave him a box of my famous tea. And that was after he gave me some hot shot expensive fountain pen (one of those that cost around $100... while I write with a $10 one). And that was after he asked me if the big scar on my thigh is the reason why I don't wear shorts or skirts. And that was after I came out of my shower wearing shorts and my Aqua Teen Hunger Force tshirt, made myself tea in the kitchen, and went to my room just to see my doctor in my room looking at the framed article on my wall and at the paintings (one by me--the rest got lost in the basement flood two years ago, and others by people who were on acid while painting, ie. Salvador Dali) and the pictures of my rats and my dog. Somewhere in between he asked why I keep my tea in the closet. Somewhere in between he asked if I wrote the article that was framed and written in another language. I said that if it's not signed with my name, I didn't. He cleverly noted, that the person used my alter ego name. Somewhere in between he noted that I'm very nosy to ask about his missing wedding ring. Somewhere in between he said I am ridiculous to think he treats all his female patients the way he treats me. Somewhere in between he asked me if he could show me something that might upset me. I said unless it's a dead puppy or a rat, nothing will upset me. He asked if he can interest me with something that concers me. I responded that if it's not the newest gossip, nothing concerning me will interest me. He then pulled out the the images from my recent forced MRI. Somewhere in between I hugged him for half an hour and somewhere in between we scheduled a surgery.And now, way after the dinner, I regret the fact that I didn't kiss him because he's the smartest and coolest doctor (now a very close friend) I ever had. I also think it wasn't a good idea for me to agree to go with him to some convention where he is a guest speaker (but I sternly noted that I will cancel if it happens to coincide with my Franz Ferdinand concert).Tomorrow is church day, and all I can think of is how would they react if they ever found out that I was alone in my room with a man, a man who's around 10 years older than me, a man with whom I should have a strictly professional relationship but instead am the greatest friends with.Now it also makes me wonder how this sexy man became one of the best neurologists in the east coast while being so young and hot and sarcastic. Don't they get famous after their 50s, not at age 30?Now, that I think of it, Doctor Steve sort of fits my type of a man: sarcastic, smart, tall, and skinny (although, not organ-failure kind of skinny). If he just had an accent...Writing with the fountain pen he gave me feels like having sex with him.8:26 p.m. - February 04, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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