Dr. No

I'm beginning to think that it might be best if I assign a trusted friend or family member to be in charge of my love life. Managing it myself has thus far provided me with less that stellar results.

The practice that I work in is one of the training sites for the OB/GYN residents in our hospital. Most of the time, I don't have much to do with them; I say hello, help them navigate the office, translate the handwriting in the charts. A few months ago, though, this one (rather cute) resident spent a two week rotation in our practice. Capable of conversing about things aside from hospital business, good taste in music, tall, wears glasses (major weak spot for me), and 5 years younger than me, not so young as to be obscene but young enough to give the whole a thing a little Mrs. Robinson flavor. And did I mention cute?

Long story short, on his last day there, I asked him if he'd like to go out sometime. Now, to the normal person, this would not be a big deal. For the socially challenged person such as myself, however, this was a wee bit daunting. At this point in time, I had not asked anyone on a date for well over a decade (yet another thing to thank the ex for). Naturally I was happy when he said yes, although at that point my face was so aflame that I was more concerned about the potential for spontaneous combustion. He said he'd call, and we left it at that.

One week later, after no call, I sent a polite email that included my cell phone number. And then - nothing. Me being me, I obsessed, and then I sulked, and eventually I (mostly) forgot about it. There are about 20 residents in the program, I reasoned, so with any luck he wouldn't rotate through again for another 6 months or so.

Naturally, luck being what it is, Dr. No is already on his SECOND rotation with us since I asked him out. Each time he's been through, he says hello, makes small talk, but makes no acknowledgement whatsoever of the fact that I asked him out. This pisses me off to no end. Embarassing though it would have been, I would have much preferred that he just say no in the first place, rather than say yes and then blow me off. So now me and my bruised ego are skulking around the office, trying to avoid eye contact and (god forbid) conversation with Dr. No. It's going to be a long week.

random facts about me

- I have 2 tattoos, one on my right lower back and one above my left hip.
- My favorite book is Persuasion, by Jane Austen.
- I drink lots of coffee but hold a deep and unrelenting grudge against Starbucks for buying up (and subsequently shutting down) a little chain of coffee shops in the Boston area called Coffee Connection. When I was in college in the early 90's, I frequented the branch nearest me in Coolidge Corner, a dark, sullen hole in the wall that suited my dark, sullen 20 year old self just fine. I went back a few years later and the Starbucks folks had bleached the hardwood floors, put in track lighting, and turned it into a cheerful, cozy little place. Of course I hated it.
- I'm a health care professional and work in the OB/GYN department of a major medical center. That's all I care to say about my job at this point.
- My dream career would be to work as a freelance food and travel writer.
- Despite coming from a family of skilled gardeners, I've killed every plant I've come into contact with up until this past year. My ex and I split up and when I moved into a new apartment, I got a few plants for my balcony (perhaps thinking that since my personal life was going down the toilet, I might as well add some dying greenery to set the scene properly). However, not only have these plants lived, I now have a borderline obsesson with orchids and have acquired so many that I can't fit a chair on my balcony. Coincidence?

the house of fab finally opens

Embarassing truth? I've had this URL reserved for over two years but haven't done anything with it until today. Why now? Because in the story of my life, this chapter would undoubtedly be called, "What the #$*! was I thinking?", and this is my way of making sense of what's been happening in my life over the past few years. And you, dear reader, get the first look at it. Aren't you feeling lucky?