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.
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Can we discuss online dating?
I'm a closet romantic and online dating doesn't really appeal to my sensibilities. But I may succumb one of these days. Either that, or pick someone I trust to take over the responsibility of managing my dating life for me. Given my track record, that idea is awfully appealling some days. Any takers?
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