Prosthesis

I should update you briefly that the Principal is no longer in the picture. After a couple of dates and a terrible kiss, my naughty schoolgirl porn fantasies died.

On to Prosthesis, so named because he lost him arm in a fireworks accident. I didn't notice right away. He was the one to actual point it out to me while we were out having drinks. It's impressive. It looks pretty real, has a battery so he can sorta move it and almost perfectly matches his skin tone.

And aside from the fake arm, he is HOT, BLOND, tall, fit and only lives a block away. AND AND... he played hockey in high school and college. I KNOW!!!!!

I don't think we will develop into anything more than FWBs though... if even that since he was sort of dating a girl in my building. I'm not gonna rule it out, but I'm not going to push it either.

We did have a lot of fun on Saturday night. I was supposed to meet a friend of mine for drinks, but he had to cancel again for family stuff. I really really really wanted to go out for some wine. Everyone was either working, out of town or just not in the mood. So naturally I resorted to craigslist, and Prosthesis responded.

We met up right outside my building and went to a wine bar. We had great conversation and started bar hopping. I want to say we went to 4 or 5 places heading back in the direction of our street. I had a blast with him and he paid for all my drinks.

We've made plans to go to Red Rocks for their summer movie series, Office Space.... and Prosthesis found an old printer we can smash with bats in the parking lot.

Damn it feels good to be a gansta.

Dating, Friends or both?

PitaChips le Deux had to cancel our date. He was going on vacation with his brothers for almost 2 weeks and some legal document problem came up with the business he's starting. He had to take care of it before he left.

That was too bad, but it was good to get a good night's sleep since I had 24 hour call the next day. Call was a killer. I think we got slammed with 7 patients and several procedures to do at the same time. It was nuts!

So when it was finally over on the 4th of July, I was happy to go home and sleep. I woke up and texted the Author to see what he was up to. He invited me to grill with his roommate for the afternoon. That turned into a huge party as other neighbors were out there grilling too. We made new friends with everyone. 

Author and I snuck away for a bit to hook up. He pounded me into his bed and then jumped up to go to another party. I felt a bit used... but figured we were just gonna end up as each other's booty call.

I had to work on the 5th, but it was only a half-day. I came home and saw that Author had texted me to see how my day went. I was kinda surprised, but texted back. He then joined me for the day at a local arts festival and then took me out to dinner.

We went out last night and I slept over, but I'm still not sure what is up. We love the same music. We have great sex. He witnessed me having a nightmare last night. (It involved water creatures, so I'm officially never going in any body of water that is not a jacuzzi/pool again). I think we enjoy each other's company.

But I also know we're both not good at commitment. Or maybe I'm just not. I am dating a couple other guys after all.

Melrose Place

One the guys who responded to my first craigslist ad formerly lived in my building. He was telling me about the friends he had made, particularly that a lot of them would end up hooking up with each other. He said our building has been known to be a bit like Melrose Place.

At our building bbq a few weeks ago, I made friends with a few people in our building. One in particular was the Author. I could tell the Author instantly liked me. I thought he was a cutie, but I wasn't particularly fond of his beard. He invited me to go boating the next day, and when he took of his glasses to get in the water I thought he got cuter.

We hadn't had a chance to hang out in a while because residency is killing my life. But yesterday he was back from a trip and we decided to have some wine. From there, we went to the pool. From the pool we snuck our drinks into his gym so we could use the jacuzzi.

The alcohol really started to hit, especially when we went into the steam room. And that's where he was suddenly on top of me. I couldn't breathe in there, so we took it back to his apartment... one floor below mine.

Clothes came off. We had sex. I don't remember much of it. All I remember is my phone started ringing, and it was the Murse telling me he was outside my building for our date!

I SWEAR I didn't forget. I just hadn't realized that the time flew. I apologized to the Author, and booked it to my apartment to change. The Murse never suspected a thing... and he slept over that night. hehe.

What am I doing you wonder? I have no idea, but it sure is fun.

And I have my third date with PitaChips le Deux tonight. ;)

Til Death do Us Part

Saturday call was turning out to be great. I was barely getting paged. We only had one admission. Things were looking good. 

At around 10pm, we got the call for a transfer. Apparently this guy was supposed to go home the next day, but he started having difficulty breathing and coughing up blood. A chest x-ray showed a complete white-out of the left lung. Basically it was filled with blood. 

We calmly told him we were going to take him to the ICU. We were also going to insert a breathing tube into his good lung to help him out. We called a surgical team to alert them that he might need to have a blood vessel tied to stop the bleeding.

Things were going well until the next morning, when he coded in his room. The nurse jumped on him to start CPR. My resident started throwing out orders. We gave him meds, continued CPR... did everything we could. His wife ran in and held onto me. We finally got his heart to beat, but it would only beat with help from machines. 

The rest of the family arrived along with a priest. The final decision was made to take him off the machine. I was doing well until the wife looked at me. Then I teared up. I couldn't imagine what they were going through. "He was supposed to go home today" was all they could say.

They all left, heads down. I stayed to document the events. The other doctors were visibly upset too, but sadly this is the reality of the ICU... it's the reality of medicine. I'd say I handled it pretty well... but I'm very thankful that I will only have to deal with it for a year. 

In radiology I interact with images. 

It happens in Threes

First Ed McMahon died and ruined my dreams of hearing my doorbell ring only to see him standing there with my publisher's clearing house check. Then Farrah Fawcet dies days within days of getting engaged. Finally Michael Jackson expires, leaving a legendary array of music that will forever be on my Ipod playlist.

Other things that happens in threes involve my dating life. I fondly refer to the 3 men I date as my holy trinity. I've written about a few in the past.

So I told you about the Murse... but I have yet to update you on the Principal and PitaChips le Deux.

The Murse

Murse (n.): male nurse

The Murse was the first one to respond to my craigslist post to hang out for dinner and drinks in Denver. From his pic, he looked kinda nerdy with those thick-rimmed, Emo glasses. I love nerds, so I gladly accepted his proposal.

We had great convo and food at dinner. He paid. We then went to the popular bars near the baseball field. There was a great band playing and the lead singer came into the crowd to sing. She serenaded the Murse with Shania Twain's "That don't impress me much." I wouldn't be surprised if my girlfriends felt the same way. But I thought he was a cutie.

We've been out 3 more times since then. He took me to Red Rocks, which is officially the most amazing concert venue in the world. They have movie nights and we went for the Big Lebowski. Pot kept blowing in my face and I freaked out that it would effect my drug test the following day. I also got lost, and ended up finding someone in our group to sit with on the steps with the other lost children.

Last night, I brought the Murse to drinks with my future co-interns... but I invited him over my place beforehand. Let me just say he is the best pussy-eater I've dated. Sorry for the TMI, but I was not expecting it. Then he pounded me into the bed. It was fantastic. If I could have relaxed, I know I would have cum... but he promises that next time, with more time, he'll make it happen.

Craigslist Rules

So I'm pretty fearless when it comes to craigslist. I have no problem meeting men, and quite often I meet some great guys. RedSox for example... in fact most of the men written of in this blog are from craigslist.

When I posted an ad in M4W in Denver, I received the typical 60+ responses. I met about 7 of them. I'll get to writing about those men within the next few days, but I wanted to let you know how I manage this. One of my friends has recommended that I write a guidebook for craigs. No need for a guidebook. Just follow a few simple rules and guidelines:

1. The "Delete" button on email is your best friend. Don't be afraid to use it. If something(ANYTHING) is off, DELETE!

2. Ask for a picture in your post. Physical attraction is the first and foremost important part of chemistry. If a guy doesn't send a pic, and doesn't explain why, DELETE. If he refuses to send one, DELETE.

3. You must be able to see his face in the pic. Some men send pics of their abs. I do find that hot, but I'm gonna be looking at his face when we meet.

3. If you ask for a pic, you MUST have one to send in return. If you post your pic in your ad, make sure it's accurate.

4. Don't feel offended if you send a guy your pic and he never replies. We have types too and delete many responses because we didn't feel a spark. He saved you a headache.

5. Keep your post short. Most men click on posts just to see the pic and mostly will respond based on how hard they get by looking at you. It's no different from daily life.

6. Some men cast a deep net when it comes to craigs. This means they respond to every single M4W ad. These guys are easy to spot. Their response to you is the length of a novel and don't reference anything you said in your ad. If you get one of these guys, DELETE.

7. Meeting the guy: you have to meet sooner rather than later. Emailing gets old very quickly. He should be willing to set up coffee or something after a few emails. If it's going on forever and he's not asking, DELETE. (and of course meet in a public place)

8. Go into each date with NO expectations. Some men will not look like their picture. Some will have lied about their name, age, occupation, etc. You might have to pay for your own meal. Be prepared for this, but nonetheless try to enjoy yourself. It's great practice for the future.

9. Get his phone number before the date and yes... be willing to give him yours. People run late, go to the wrong restaurant, have an emergency. Personally, I like to text him 5 mins before I arrive to see where he is on route. There have been times where I've been stood up, so I'd like to try and figure that out before I sit down at a table.

10. Always say thank you. Definitely at the end of the night, even better in a follow-up email.

11. Briefly evaluate the date. Did you like him? Keep it simple: Yes or No only.

12. He might never contact you again. As a blogger friend's mom once said "Rejection is God's Protection." Take it with a grain of salt and go for the next guy.

13. You may not want to go out again. Be honest. Just say "thanks, but I didn't feel chemistry." He might reply with a vicious email... DELETE.

14. Lastly, let me just re-iterate the first rule. The "Delete" button is your best friend. Use it as often as you wish.