I met Mr. Doctor in the coolest way possible! Like something out of the movies! It was back in college like three years ago now. I was at a starbucks in the uppity part of town studying for a Spanish test.
Dear Mr. Doctor,
I do have to say I am sooo impressed with the way we met. Not only are you confident, but kind and creative. It's hard to meet guys with the balls to strait up ask a girl out. I was particularly impressed because I was surrounded by college boys.I was very aware that an attractive, muscular red head in scrubs sat at the table next to me. And I was happy you trusted me to watch your computer while you grabbed a drink. I mean, it was a totally normal way to break the ice. You probably guessed I've done this 282398492387 times before. BUT!!!! but, but, but. The part that actually caught my attention was the brownie you laid on my table while you said, "Thanks for watching my stuff" with the biggest smile ever and as my smile met yours you had to know you got me hooked. Nice game move. Then, you played it sooo cool. you weren't over bearing and didn't get into an intense conversation right away, though I could feel one coming. You built the suspense. You were such a distraction and I had to really focus, occasionally looking your way to see if you were looking at me. You probably were aware the whole time. Then, a casual conversation. We laughed and were probably the focus of all the coffee shop audience around us. The encounter ended with me writing my number on a napkin as you insisted and I easily gave in. I walked out into the night of lampposts and chic outlet windows so stunned. What just happened?? I think the power of your approach is that you understand women like to be chosen and you were so specific at making me feel hand selected. A+!
Our second date at Panera was casual still. You paid, which in college meant you had money and I was acutely aware of the fact that doctors did in fact make money. We talked about our families and laughed and planned to meet again. Oh, and you dress so nice! I was very superficial at this age and I loved watching your muscles move under those shirts ow ow!!! "A real man!" I thought to myself. And I was quite giddy and telling all my girlfriends about our encounters. "You're so lucky!" they would always say.
Next, you took me to this pub, which in your world is completely normal. Being the Resident Adviser of a very Christian School with a no-drinking policy, I was thankful we were on the other side of town. I was still scanning the joint to see if I recognized anyone. Phew. Safe for now. It was kind of exciting to be "living on the edge" as I would have put it. I laugh at myself now. The sweet potato fries were great and I couldn't finish the cider beer thing, though I loved it and we talked of our travels, one of my favorite conversations to have...to this day. A big hug, I loved being engulfed in those strong arms of yours. Another great date.
Then, you started texting me things about working out, going in the jacuzzi and you wanted me to come over to your house to watch this movie I said I hadn't seen. I have to put this in context for you. At this point in my life, I had never kissed anyone before. I was 21 and a little naive. I knew that coming over to your house was code for, hey, let's make out, but I couldn't be honest and just say, "coming over to your house makes me uncomfortable," so I made up something about being too busy to date you. I'm sorry, I panicked and I lied. You had a pretty good bullshit detector and totally called me out. I showed the text to all my girlfriends and wrote it off as you overreacting. To be honest, I was too immature for you. I wasn't ready for a serious relationship and I knew that about myself. I also didn't want to kiss you. Not yet, I had school to worry about. I know you texted me a couple months later when I was in Chicago auditioning and it was flattering, but by then, I was interested in another guy more my age and about to graduate and move back to California. It was impractical.
I saw you a year and a half after this event, though you didn't see me. I was back in town a year after I graduated and I met up with a guy friend and we went dancing on the river for cinco de mayo. We were all about the salsa dancing and I saw you quite drunk hitting on this girl. Maybe you were together. I didn't want to tell my friend I knew you and unfortunately he grabbed my hand and took me right between you and this girl. I was so nervous. I didn't know how you would react. To my delight, you didn't recognize me or maybe you didn't see me. I did turn the other way. Either way, I'm glad you've moved on. Thank you for some wonderful dates. It set a good standard for dates in the future, though I wouldn't use these skills for another two years.
Sincerely,
The Starbucks girl
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