What Was He Thinking Wednesday: The Doctor Edition

I’m tired of filling in the What Was He Thinking while writing, I feel like you all are smart enough to figure out why this post has landed a Wednesday slot.

About a year ago I met The Doctor, online of course.  Not only was The Doctor tall, dark, and a doctor, but he had a super dreamy accent.  Picture a 6’4”, big dude (football player type), then toss on a Nigerian/British accent.  It was hot. 

We met for drinks for our first date, he was late – really late - which made me mad.   After he arrived though, the date went well.  He was somewhat shy, but we talked about goals and life.  The Doctor was 34, seemed really motivated, family oriented, and excited about life.  We of course exchanged numbers and decided to make another plan.

After our first date, The Doctor and I spoke often.  We hung out a few times a week, went bowling, got fancy dinners, grabbed drinks at swanky city spots, and enjoyed underground music performances.  After about 3 weeks, The Doctor still hadn’t even tried for a kiss.  What was wrong with me, or him?  So finally, I decided to make a move.  I was so brave, and it went really well. 

The Doctor and I had fun for the next couple of months.  He never made an attempt for any commitment, and I was okay with that. 

Knowing how much I wanted to see Alice In Wonder Land, The Doctor got us tickets for opening night.  My dog had just been hit by a car (but was okay…sort of), so I was a super grouch.  I had to park and walk in the rain.  The theatre was small, dirty, and smelly.  The Doctor was dressed like a thug, and didn’t smell like his delicious self.  The movie was good, and we went to grab hot chocolate afterwards.  During the conversation it came up that he was tired of working from home.  Huh? How does a doctor work from home?  I’m pretty sure his response was “wait what?” .  Turns out The Doctor is not a doctor.  He is in fact a research writer for some online medical supply catalog.  He is in grad school, but not Med school.  He was studying for his Med exams, but had been studying for 5 years.  We hung out a few more times, but it was awkward.  We talked less often and eventually stopped talking all together.

Pretty typical for my dating experiences…Mr. Right is out there…right?

Until Next Time,

Kiki