Ahhh…
Dear Diary,
I have met the most wonderful man. I’m afraid to even wonder if he really is The One, but I suspect that he is. Our relationship has admittedly been something of a whirlwind since we only met quite recently. I discovered rather quickly that he has the most gentle touch and he’s not in the least bit afraid of looking directly into my eyes. He knows my every breath and hears my every heartbeat. I feel as though I can tell him anything and not have to worry about him judging me. I can tell he truly wants to know the answer when he asks me how I am doing. Unlike a lot of men he actually *wants* to discuss my feelings. I’m quite amazed that we are so comfortable with one another already. He never shies away from seeing who I really am on the inside. I feel as though he wants to know every inch of me intimately. He’s reliable, very reliable; when he says he will be there, then he is there. I like that he has no problem with me calling the shots about when we will see one another. Also, unlike some men, he has no issue with making plans with me ahead of time.
Really, I cannot begin to express what a relief it is to finally find the right doctor.
Current Mood: 
clever
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Postscript: I gave a printout of this essay to my doctor… he *loved* it!!
August 1st, 2005 at 7:42 pm
Lucky bitch, my last ob-gyn turned out to be a coke-head. Too bad I found out AFTER he performed my second c-section.
Does he treat your cooder like it was made of gold?
August 1st, 2005 at 9:15 pm
Did your doctor share the drugs? I like to think my coochie IS made of gold!
August 1st, 2005 at 9:15 pm
HAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Nicely done Lovey.
August 1st, 2005 at 9:17 pm
Jenna, do you like how I have you listed in my Favourites?
August 1st, 2005 at 10:20 pm
I am so jealous of your pretty new website! HOAR!! It looks awesome.
My old gyn was HOT, which made my visits extremely uncomfortable. It’s hard to flirt with your legs in stirrups and he just keeps saying “Scoot to the edge of the table.”
August 1st, 2005 at 10:59 pm
FABULOUS, darling! Absolutely fabulous. Pete’s a genius, as are you.
I’m glad you’ve found the gyn of your dreams. Mine is a chick — gay — and if I were of that persuasion, hot.
August 1st, 2005 at 11:16 pm
Andria: it’s even decorated in boudoir colours! (That’s hoar-talk for “brothel”
August 2nd, 2005 at 1:05 am
considering you pay him per visit, it seems kinda strange that you like all these qualities. Seems that most of those qualities might be mostly driven by the desire for money.
It’s like trusting that a stripper really really likes you for reasons other then the 20’s your stuffing in her panties.
August 2nd, 2005 at 2:12 am
Have you seen the Jedi Doctor? Obi/Gyn Kenobi? He is a wiz at the c-section, light sabers and all!!
August 2nd, 2005 at 3:11 am
Cole: I’d gladly pay a boyfriend $20 per date if he was as attentive etc etc etc as my doctor!
Nightmare: Ain’t nobody sticking a light saber in my goldmine!
August 2nd, 2005 at 7:14 am
Cole, you stuff $20 in strippers panties? Damn, I stick with the singles…
DK, I’ll be attentive, nice,care about your feelings etc, etc, and I’ll only charge 10 bucks. Hewll, I’d probably do it for free, as long as the game wasn’t on….
August 2nd, 2005 at 11:55 am
Wombat: Here in Canada, there are no bills smaller then a five. And knowing my country, we’ll be phasing those out too for convenient garbage can lid-sized tenure.
August 2nd, 2005 at 4:49 pm
I like what you’ve done with the place. I hate to tell you this, but I used to work in labor and delivery and believe me, after you’ve seen about a thousand cootchies, they kind of start to blur together. Of course one made of gold would have gotten my attention. Nice photo gallery by the way (I think you were holding out on me!! Shame!!)
August 2nd, 2005 at 6:43 pm
Chunk dahling, I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of holding before….
August 2nd, 2005 at 7:36 pm
So, now that you aren’t on stupid live journal, I can actually comment. Yay!