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02/20/2005 Entry: "Night at The Loft"
  Night at The Loft
Being a voluntary designated driver on a night out on the town can be a bit of a bore, so when the handsome stranger next to me started talking, it was a pleasant diversion from a night of wall-staring. He was quite witty until he announced his profession as a Pussy Expert.. and I don't mean the four-legged furry kind! TPE: What do you do?
Me: I'm a designer.
TPE: What kind of designer?
Me: Print. What do you do?
TPE: I'm a doctor.
Me: Oh. What kind of doctor?
TPE: I look up women's skirts
Me: !!!! (thinking 'WTF perv how can he deliver that with such sincerity?! WTF WTF did he just imply that he looks at cunts?! FOR A LIVING?! WTF!?' and diverting my gaze to the wall again) ...5 seconds later
Me: Ohhhhh. You're a gynaecologist!
TPE: That's what I meant!
Me: (big blonde grin) Of all the different professions a man could have, trust me to talk to one that requires me to make an appointment if I want him to look up my skirt. Not that there's anything wrong with being a gynae.. it was just a little unexpected. My gynae is a very conservative middle-aged woman who has something against bars and clubs.
Replies: 2 comments
Not a good way to earn clients if you ask me. I'd never want to go to a gyno like that. Mine is a female, fairly conservative, smart, informative and fast, that's all I care about.
Posted by Kami @ 02/22/2005 04:20 AM GMT
Heh heh - that's happened to me before on a night out on the town. Tagged along w a bunch of docs for drinks.
Things got awkward when the topic of conversation suddenly changed to "Do you know what a healthy vagina smells like? Prawn crackers!"
I swear I wanted to ground to open up and swallow me whole!
Posted by Shan @ 02/22/2005 01:54 PM GMT
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