My doctor has a new assistant working for her who is an absolute knockout. Not only that, but we have perfect chemistry together. Usually I have to clock-in around forty or fifty hours of hangout with a girl before we develop any real chemistry. But the medical assistant babe and I were overtly flirty with one another from the get go. My baseline blood pressure is normally a steady 120/70, but her presence evokes a significant rise in my vitals. She always notes that my blood pressure is a "little high." I never bother explaining why, but instead promise to decrease my salt intake.
During my third visit, our flirtation was getting out of control. I had to act, so I said, "I hope this isn't inappropriate, but can I take you to dinner tonight?"
Total silence. She stared back at me, trying to speak, but no words were coming out.
So I filled in the blanks. "You have a boyfriend, don't you," I said.
"Yeah, sorry, we live together." Okay, this was information I didn't need.
"Ah. Too bad." ... more uncomfortable silence...
So I initiated the goodbyes, and she awkwardly left the room. It could've been worse, I thought. At least I could still leave with my dignity. That is, until twenty minutes later when I opened the door to a hallway full of medical assistants giggling at me. Well, at least I was going to leave with a blog post idea.
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17 comments:
Justin... man I'm sorry. It is better to swing for the fences than molest the mascot in the cheap seats though. Take that for whats it's worth.
That's the kind of 'Go-getter' attitude I like to see. It's a shame that she didn't immediately see how vastly superior you are to her boyfriend. Though I'm sure she is already lying awake at night realizing what a horrible mistake that she has made.
that brazen hussy.
next time that little harlot attempts to take your vitals, kindly tell her to keep her scarlet hands to herself.
i'm imagining the giggle-inducing remarks she made to the others and, no exaggeration, i instantly hate her and her boyfriend.
keep grindin', jas.
I love her.
I bet she smokes. I bet her boyfriend is a welfare queen.
i admire how you use your own misfortunes for the entertainment of others.
and for what its worth:
1)the girl is probably a tool bag. you don't want a girl who is living with another guy anyway.
2) it's hot how you aren't afraid to ask a girl out.
If I were you (and I'm not, because I wouldn't have had the moxie to do the act in the first place) I would have played it off, a la Tim in Series 1, Episode 4 of "The Office."
-JAM-
I like the courage Wolf. Maybe try some non-tapered scrubs next time, or throw the cut-off scrub at her, I think she might reconsider...
-Benz
nice, benz.
Justin, my various contacts from all around the state have told me this girl is into horse-play and is no one you need to be dealing with. Her boyfriend is a horse is what I'm trying to get at. A real horse, like from a barn.
Non-tapered scrubs... loling.
Justin, how many times has the Guru reminded you of Sun Tzu’s military strategy: “Know yourself and know your enemies; you will win your battles one hundred times out of one hundred.” In this case you failed to do your homework and let your brawn determine your actions rather than your brain. I feel that I have failed being your dating guru and therefore resign from the post. You have wasted such good material by misusing it. You should have done your homework before you took action and by doing so, you would have avoided the embarrassment.
Cold.
so i'm obsessed with the guru and i wish he read my blog and commented on them because his comments are downright awesome. guru, since you are now out on the market, looking for someone to take heed of your advice, jump on over to http://ejexplains.blogspot.com and type away.
whoop :)
i wish i could type the noise i want to make right now.
great story. one that only makes sense coming from you. i look forward to more stories. stories of romance. passion. total failure.
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