For those early readers who followed my every back brace constrained move in the styling my back brace days, you’ll remember with great fondness my miracle doctor. Several of you actually suggested at the time that I date said doctor, with whom I always had a good (borderline flirty) rapport. I scoffed at such suggestions because it seemed too much like mixing business with pleasure. I mean, I needed him to fix my back. Plus, on the awkward side, this guy has seen me in a hospital gown, several times. He saw me in tears more than once too. He inserted really sharp needles into my back. And I’m pretty sure that in doing so, he’s already seen me at least partially naked. Not to mention this is the very doctor who made me wear a back brace for more than two months.
Almost a year has gone by since I’ve had an appointment with him. Randomly, we recently connected on LinkedIn. We had a little email exchange about whether or not I should purchase a Living Social coupon for flying trapeze lessons. (He advised not.) I sensed the same energy that we had in the examination room coming through over our emails. I started thinking about how it’s Month of Chelsea and one of my goals is to take more risks. I just published a short story. How hard could it be to ask out the back doctor?
So I did.
I received an email back from him a few days later. Of course a divorced doctor under 40 who doesn’t live with his mother just started seeing someone. I totally get it. You snooze, you lose in this town. That isn’t to say that I’m not still a tinge disappointed. But rather than be sad or feel rejected, I’m proud of myself for going after what I want instead of waiting around for someone else to give it to me.
That, my friends, is what Month of Chelsea is all about.
6 thoughts on “I asked out the doctor…”
Go you! When it doesn’t work out with this far inferior woman, he’ll look back and think “damn, I missed the boat!” 🙂
I mean, who wouldn’t want to date me, right?
I know I do! 😛
We need a date night this week… We might need to parcel out our movies over three nights. I could do one tonight when I get back from the gym.
Props to you. That takes courage, even though you’ve lost nothing and he probably was pretty flattered that you asked. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be free soon and come knocking!
woot! i love this. cajones!