Back On The Horse

I usually go on only one date per year. I hate dating. I figured that I had already had my date for the year a couple of weeks ago and was done. But then I met Randy.

Let me go back. My patient was a friendly, gregarious man with a lovely wife. The first day I took care of him, his wife gave me chocolate mints. The second day I took care of him, I found a tall, handsome guy sitting next to my patient's bed. His parents introduced me to Randy.

I was thrilled to find such a pleasant surprise. We joked around and then after everyone left, my patient and I did the screening interview. I asked questions about Randy and my patient asked me questions about myself. It looked like a match. I know that sounds odd, but I like my dates to be pre-screened and what better person to ask then someone's dad?

I wrote down my email address to give it to my patient, but he was asleep, so I tucked the note for Randy in with his things. Randy has since emailed me twice and asked me out. This is especially thrilling because he has seen me, even under fluorescent light, and still wants to go out with me. We're going out in a couple of weeks. I'll let you know how it goes.