Showing posts with label confusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confusion. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Let's Get a Physical, Physical...

For my first checkup in three years, I chose a female doctor at a practice recommended to me by my boss.  I wavered over this decision, as I've always felt more comfortable discussing symptoms with a male doctor.  My only real experience with female doctors had been on the internet, if you get my drift. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, though again, if it was anything like the internet, she wouldn't be the one to say "open your mouth and say ahhh."


It was a pretty good experience, as I found myself easily talking to her and able to trust her, which is an important part of the doctor / patient relationship to me.  She offered to test for many things in my blood, including allergies and something called cholesterol, so that was all a plus.  But what sealed the deal was when she asked me to turn my head and cough.  It's MUCH better to have a female doctor touching your fun parts then a male doc.  My only complaint is I left confused at not getting a happy ending.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

This Dating Life: Oh, This is Your Apartment?

On a third date recently, I inadvertently (or unintentionally, if you prefer) walked my date back to her apartment. I knew it was her apartment because we stopped what I had assumed was our aimless walking, and also because she said "This is my apartment, in case you were wondering why we stopped walking." I had no problem with the walk home; we were close by, and I was going to offer to do it anyway. This just seemed like a strange way, a request-less transport. Our second date had went really well, and the third seemed to build on that. At this point, I was expecting an invite up for dessert (or, you know, maybe S-E-X), but unfortunately, that didn't happen. After some good night "discussions", she told me what a great time she had and how courteous, charming, gentlemanly and handsome I was and retreated to bed. I was left wondering why it was so difficult to gain access to a woman's apartment, and not in a creepy burglar or stalker way. Is there a magic password, like Pee-Wee Herman's word of the day?