The Love Doctor

I was excited to go out on my third date with a dreamy doctor. We were having a good time when the table two down from us told the table of girls next to us to lower their voices and that they were being offensive. The girls were being obnoxious and almost started a fight.  They turned to us, asking if we thought they were loud. We said no, they were “fine,” trying to be polite. We all started to engage in small talk, but before I knew it, the girl next to me was deep in conversation with my date, ignoring everyone else around.  “Oh where do you live?… Where do you work? Oh wow, my shoulder hurts, doc! Maybe I could see you!” Pretty soon they were the only ones talking and then they exchanged numbers right in front of me! At some point during the crazy evening, he also informed me that he had on leopard print tighty whities with monkeys on them. Great times.  I guess the moral of the story is, just because you’re a dreamy doctor, doesn’t mean you can’t also be a douche.

 

Comments (12)
NOWAYMarch 9th, 2009 at 8:09 pm

Let me start by saying that I have never read this blog before this AM. That being said, my girlfriend sent me and another girlfriend this link this morning with a subject heading of “Ummm…” When I opened up the email, her message was “I’m pretty sure this is us…” and then the link to this site. To my surprise, after the second sentence I realized that this story sounded strangely similar to my Friday night bender two weeks ago. Yup, I’m the a-hole from the table of girls next to you. Sorry. I just forwarded this to my BF and he said that I absolutely HAD TO close the loop by writing something back, and more importantly, he wanted to know if you ever got to see those jungle man panties. Anyways, at least it’s a funny story… Sheesh this city is SO small.

My Very Worst DateMarch 9th, 2009 at 9:30 pm

It’s not our story, NOWAY.

All our stories are anonymous submissions. So we couldn’t tell you about the dude’s underwear. But we hear you on what you are saying about cities being tiny. Send us your (and you BF’s too) stories!

p.s. we have no idea which city the above date happened in!!

WillMarch 11th, 2009 at 5:42 am

Leopard print tighty whities is an oxymoron. Perhaps the good doctor ignored this chick because she has the figurative acumen of a Bhutanese orphan. At least “Noway” understands the efficacy of caps lock, particularly when applied to the past perfect tense. Naoming?

CanaduckMay 4th, 2009 at 10:34 pm

What a weird coincidence.

WillMarch: I’m fairly sure you can grasp the idea that “tighty whiteys” are a kind of underwear, and that a white color is not necessarily implied. (By the way, what’s with the totally irrelevant Bhutanese orphan comment?)

shmooglyJune 4th, 2009 at 2:59 am

noway sounds like a douhe

PatrickOctober 11th, 2009 at 9:49 pm

Will, you’ve crammed an incredible amount of pompousness into that one comment.

Yes, leopard-print tighty whities is an oxymoron. It’s a slang term for briefs, so, as Canaduck pointed out, it’s not an outright contradiction. And as someone who seems to want people to know that he’s highly educated, you know the difference between an oxymoron and an outright contradiction, don’t you?

Why is a lack of acumen something we should associate with Bhutanese orphans? Is this a particular problem in Bhutan? Would Bhutanese orphans always do worse than Nepalese orphans if they competed against each other on ‘The Apprentice’? Let’s explore this metaphor further.

Why the need to pick up on Noway’s use of the caps lock? Yes, it adds some nice emphasis. But why in the world does this make the poster compare unfavourably to Noway?

There’s nothing about this story that makes me doubt the poster’s intelligence, but you, on the other hand, sound like you’re suffering from the very acumen deficit that you attribute to those poor Bhutanese orphans. Give her, and the orphans of Bhutan, a break.

caffeinemachineOctober 20th, 2009 at 1:06 pm

what a jerk. that is so selfish and rude of him to ignore you like that! patrick you made me laugh, good job :)

SophieNovember 29th, 2009 at 10:38 am

Willmarch: I bet you’ve featured in many a bad date story (assuming for some reason that you can hide what a pedant you are long enough to secure a date with a girl).

‘…all throughout our date he corrected my pronunciation even when there was nothing wrong wrong with it, and made bizarre pronouncements deriding my intelligence…’

In all seriousness, you write like you have a psychological condition.

MolluskDecember 31st, 2009 at 10:28 pm

Frankly you *all* sound like a bunch of pompous douchebags. No matter where one goes on the www, there’s always some prick trying to lrd his superior intellect over everyone else in the “Comments” section. I admit, sometimes it’s me. I’m just sayin’. It’s underwear for Chrissakes..

MolluskDecember 31st, 2009 at 10:29 pm

Frankly you *all* sound like a bunch of pompous douchebags. No matter where one goes on the www, there’s always some prick trying to lord his supposedly superior intellect over everyone else in the “Comments” section. I admit, sometimes it’s me. I’m just sayin’.

It’s underwear for Chrissakes..

MolluskDecember 31st, 2009 at 10:32 pm

ah…f*ck me.

KikiJune 25th, 2010 at 2:29 pm

sounds like mcdreamy’s sort of douchebagery…

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