I'm Not Your Playboy Centerfold

So I went on a date recently with a surgeon. I'm not going to say what kind of surgeon because that might help reveal his identity. Instead, I'll just say he's the crack-the-ribs kind of surgeon. And he's board certified. Helps.


Love him on paper.
Even over the phone, even when he did F-bomb a few times. Why men use profanity in front of ladies I haven't a clue.  There are a zillion words from which to chose. Why chose the vulgar or ones that demonstrate anger?  Who knows. That's his stuff to figure out. Not mine.


Anyway, I love that he checked in twice a day. LOVE THAT!  He'd let me know that he'd call when he'd call and he actually called when he said he would. LOVE THAT!  Then he'd text at night, or call, or flip it. Whatever.  That went on for two days. Two days is a long time when you like someone so don't give me any crap right now. My story isn't over.


Our first date, a brunch thing, was scheduled three days after our initial call. He wanted to squeeze it in before his big, two-day transcontinental trip.  LOVE THAT.


When I saw him I initially thought, great, he looks just like his photos and he's CUTE. BUT SHORTER than I understood him to be.  But I was willing to overlook it for the betterment of the date.


He's a wonderful conversationalist. Spoke some. Asked questions. But he did two things wrong. He made fun of my diet, something near and dear to me. I can overlook that, too.  If we continued dating, he'd quickly learn why I make certain dietary choices. I'm no zealot, but passionate about my health. Let's leave it at that.

The second thing I didn't like was he spoke of other girlfriends. I don't like to hear about other women in any context when I'm trying to feel special with the guy I chose to spend an hour with, which I do not do often.


Men, STOP TALKING ABOUT OTHER WOMEN WHEN YOU'RE WITH ONE!  WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?


So he brought up this former girlfriend with whom he was considering marriage, but she didn't like having sex. They were compatible in every other way.


I don't care.

Then if that wasn't enough to make his point, he brought up another former girlfriend who was a Playboy centerfold and loved to have others look at her naked body, but she most of all liked to look at it.  He told me all the things wrong with that. Then I learned he was engaged with her.


HATE THAT!


So instead of sitting there and taking this as Dr. Pat Allen, PhD would call, "conversational rape," I stood up for myself (politely) and said with a smile, "Why are you sharing this with me?"


It doesn't matter what his answer was.


That was my first impression of him in 3D;  that memory will not likely go away anytime soon.