The Doctor Catch
My co-worker offered to set me up with his family doctor. He had known this Doctor for years and listed all his great qualities: such a great guy, single dad, tall, handsome, etc. So I thought what the heck and agreed to a double date.
My co-worker, his wife, their Doctor and I met at a local sports bar to watch the Villanova game and have some drinks. He seemed smart, witty, and we were having a great time. My co-worker and his wife left after the game, and since the good Doctor and I were hitting it off, we decided to stay.
After my coworker left, Doctor Nice and Handsome turned into Doctor Drinks-a-Lot. I lost count of his vodka tonics after number 8. He decided to tell me how he hates his daughter, smokes pot all the time (I work in law enforcement), and then asked repeatedly if he could see my butt and if he could go to my house. I told him I was tired, had a headache and was leaving.
At this point, he was falling down drunk and I half carried him to the parking lot…where he ‘lost’ his car. I took his keys, hit the panic button, and followed the sounds of the horn to his car. I wanted to sprint to my car but before I had the chance he caught me in a bear hug and proceeded to bite my neck. Bite my neck. Bared his Doctor choppers and BIT ME! I screamed and he said, “I thought you liked it hard.” To this day, my sisters still tease me about it by asking if I’m a vampire.
