A family friend set me up with a young doctor. She pre-warned that he was “a super nerd” as opposed to “a regular nerd;” you know, enjoys Lord of the Rings more regularly than breakfast and has an active WOW account. One thing she left out, he’s NEVER kissed a girl. Obviously, that opened Pandora’s box of other foreign relationship accessories like, dating etiquette at the table with smacking his food and going into great detail of a homeless man’s refusal for medicine to the degree of purging himself and projecting it onto the other residents on the psych floor. Thanks for that “Dr. Set,” guess I’m done with my fried shrimp. His eyes were quite something though… that’s probably the reason I continued to go on 3 more dates from this first “interesting” one. Oh, but this one isn’t over yet… oh, no. In between conversation at our table with a waterfront view, I had a full-blown panic attack. Mine aren’t too frequent but they NEVER are triggered by a stressful event— I’m usually always in a good place emotionally and mentally when they are onset. He sat there perplexed and asked what he could do. Then his medical background came into play. He started a sort of session with me and tried to delve into my “dark past.” It was more dim-lit but, I didn’t divulge much, either way. After 15 minutes, the attack passed and we return to Star Wars vs. Star Trek discussion. And when I say discussion, I mean him telling me with grave detail and even a chart to support his data of why one was visibly superior to the other. Okay… he didn’t have a chart but the passion in his eyes wouldn’t put it past me that he made one. After dinner, he walked me to my car while fidgeting with his pockets of his dress slacks. Oh boy, I thought. We hugged and he went in for the kill. Wasn’t half bad until he began moaning. MOANING. I’ve heard I’m a pretty stellar kisser but have never received quite this kind of a review. Pulling away slightly abruptly, I thanked him and slipped into my car. Trying to keep composure until I drove out of his vision, I forced a smile and zipped out of the parking lot. OH. MY. GOSH. When I confronted my family friend about it, she revealed he didn’t date much because of his focus on medical school but AHHH! He was very similar to this southern soda; I choose not to partake because I'd rather waste my sugar on something else.Dr. Pepper Cake
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