Alright, so…where to begin on the latest horror story of my comedic life…
I guess it began the night before the Superbowl - Saturday, February 2nd. This was the night that I decided to go out with my co-worker and friend Anne and her friends who were visiting from home, Cathy and Steph. This also happened to be the night Abhinav was also in DC wandering around with some of his friends. He wanted to meet up, as did I, and we figured eventually our paths would cross. I prepped the girls about him, told him he went to U-M, told them he's one of my best friends and I hardly ever see him, so they understood how quasi-important this meeting was. So, we go out that night and start off at One Lounge in Dupont Circle. We're drinking and dancing, having a great time etc., and then Steph and I break off from everyone else - she started dancing with some guy and Some Guy's friend asked if I wanted to dance, so I obliged, and he turned out to be a really good dancer - not the kind who wants to grind up all on you, but can actually take you by the hands, twirl you around the dance floor, and make you feel like a princess. Yeah, that crap. This guy also happened to be wearing a University of Michigan shirt. We started talking while dancing a little bit and he told me he was a doctor. He didn't look more than 26 though so I figured he was one of those weirdos who actually goes through medical school on time. He asked me how old I was, and I said 24. (What did he know?) After a few songs of dancing with this character, I looked around and didn't see Steph, nor did I see the other girls. So, I told the doctor I had to go find my friends and I would see him later. He wanted to find me on Facebook and asked for my name (which I guess is the 2013 way of asking for someone's number). In any case, I looked myself up on FB for him on his phone, requested to add myself to his friends list (weird), and then went to find my friends and ask them what the hell possessed them to leave me alone dancing with a complete stranger, albeit a charming stranger.
I found them at the bar (naturally) and they were asking me how things went with "my friend". Excuse me? What friend? They thought that guy was Abhi. Nope, no, not at all. This guy's name was X (or at least that's what we'll call him for the purposes of this blog), and although he was nice and everything, he was no Abhi. Anne's boyfriend and his friends eventually showed up to the lounge and joined in on the drinking and dancing fun (X disappeared in the mean time). Quite a few drinks and shots later, we decided to go find Abhi, who was out practically across the street with his friends and girlfriend. I think I ended up seeing them for a total of 30 seconds, but the rest of that night is for another novelita.
The next day (Superbowl Sunday), I noticed the friend request from X, checked out what I could from his About Me, and saw that he was indeed a doctor. I don't think I need to explain how appealing such a profession is to a girl, but it's not the least attractive thing. I added him and we started talking through FB messages. A few days later I left for the Caribbean, we messaged each other the entire time while I was there (I love to write and he loves to talk, so these messages got pretty lengthy), and we started getting to know each other a lot better. He's actually part Trinidadian, so he's got a good amount of knowledge about the Caribbean and cool things to do or taste or try. We continued talking when I got back and I found out he's working on a Masters in Public Health from USC (remotely) - as if he isn't educated enough. As part of his program, he has to do a group project on an NGO and its contribution to the health sector - or something like that. His group had picked the American Red Cross before we met, and then low and behold, look who showed up into his life. We met up a few times to talk about the Red Cross, I set up a few contacts and interviews for him to meet with, etc. Things were going pretty well and after just a few weeks of knowing him, I felt like we were very compatible people with similar interests and views on the world.
Almost immediately after I got back from the Caribbean, it was his birthday (February 13). He invited me to his birthday dinner the following Friday night, but I didn't end up going. I told him I fell asleep, which did happen eventually, but I also just didn't feel all that comfortable showing up to someone's birthday dinner with all of his friends who I don't know. Speaking of birthdays, he was turning 30. How old am I again? Oh, 22. That Thursday though (all in the same week), he ended up showing up to an Anti-Valentine's Day happy hour that I helped organize for Feb 14 with my coworkers. I had casually mentioned it to him, and he came towards the end. He didn't bring anyone, just showed up and mingled really well with everyone, which I thought was pretty cool and showed he had a lot of confidence in himself. Afterwards, we went out around the corner to Vapianos together and ended up getting so lost in conversation that we were talking until the restaurant closed.
Regardless of that though, I knew we didn't have any chemistry. There was no spark. It just felt like hanging out with a much more talkative (and later realized, obnoxious) version of my brother. He was someone with a wealth of knowledge and wasn't afraid to share it. Normally, that's pretty attractive and impressive - until it becomes condescending or even sometimes not even factual, which again, I didn't really catch up on until later.
Skipping forward a little bit, we hung out a lot more, went to a Caps game (my brother had a pair of extra tickets that he couldn't use, so he gave them to me and I took X). We went running together once, watched a Michigan basketball game together, got dinner a few times, he had come over to my place, met some of my friends/co-workers, etc. Things were looking pretty up.
Then, I was going to leave for Geneva. In the back of my head, I kept telling myself he's not one of those clingy types or weirdos or anything, despite the fact that we met in a club and got to know each other through Facebook. We spent time together in person, which I felt like made things not as weird. Besides, my friends in DC seemed to like him, so at least I had their approval.
When I arrived in Geneva (March 16) we had still been talking through FB messages, and he found out he didn't get matched for a residency program the night before. Although he told me he had almost completed his residency at Washington Hospital Center, he left the program about two months short of completing it and had been working on getting rematched for the past few years. He was pretty down about it, and I jokingly said he should come to Geneva to get his mind off of things.
Little did I know, he actually did.
To be continued…
I guess it began the night before the Superbowl - Saturday, February 2nd. This was the night that I decided to go out with my co-worker and friend Anne and her friends who were visiting from home, Cathy and Steph. This also happened to be the night Abhinav was also in DC wandering around with some of his friends. He wanted to meet up, as did I, and we figured eventually our paths would cross. I prepped the girls about him, told him he went to U-M, told them he's one of my best friends and I hardly ever see him, so they understood how quasi-important this meeting was. So, we go out that night and start off at One Lounge in Dupont Circle. We're drinking and dancing, having a great time etc., and then Steph and I break off from everyone else - she started dancing with some guy and Some Guy's friend asked if I wanted to dance, so I obliged, and he turned out to be a really good dancer - not the kind who wants to grind up all on you, but can actually take you by the hands, twirl you around the dance floor, and make you feel like a princess. Yeah, that crap. This guy also happened to be wearing a University of Michigan shirt. We started talking while dancing a little bit and he told me he was a doctor. He didn't look more than 26 though so I figured he was one of those weirdos who actually goes through medical school on time. He asked me how old I was, and I said 24. (What did he know?) After a few songs of dancing with this character, I looked around and didn't see Steph, nor did I see the other girls. So, I told the doctor I had to go find my friends and I would see him later. He wanted to find me on Facebook and asked for my name (which I guess is the 2013 way of asking for someone's number). In any case, I looked myself up on FB for him on his phone, requested to add myself to his friends list (weird), and then went to find my friends and ask them what the hell possessed them to leave me alone dancing with a complete stranger, albeit a charming stranger.
I found them at the bar (naturally) and they were asking me how things went with "my friend". Excuse me? What friend? They thought that guy was Abhi. Nope, no, not at all. This guy's name was X (or at least that's what we'll call him for the purposes of this blog), and although he was nice and everything, he was no Abhi. Anne's boyfriend and his friends eventually showed up to the lounge and joined in on the drinking and dancing fun (X disappeared in the mean time). Quite a few drinks and shots later, we decided to go find Abhi, who was out practically across the street with his friends and girlfriend. I think I ended up seeing them for a total of 30 seconds, but the rest of that night is for another novelita.
The next day (Superbowl Sunday), I noticed the friend request from X, checked out what I could from his About Me, and saw that he was indeed a doctor. I don't think I need to explain how appealing such a profession is to a girl, but it's not the least attractive thing. I added him and we started talking through FB messages. A few days later I left for the Caribbean, we messaged each other the entire time while I was there (I love to write and he loves to talk, so these messages got pretty lengthy), and we started getting to know each other a lot better. He's actually part Trinidadian, so he's got a good amount of knowledge about the Caribbean and cool things to do or taste or try. We continued talking when I got back and I found out he's working on a Masters in Public Health from USC (remotely) - as if he isn't educated enough. As part of his program, he has to do a group project on an NGO and its contribution to the health sector - or something like that. His group had picked the American Red Cross before we met, and then low and behold, look who showed up into his life. We met up a few times to talk about the Red Cross, I set up a few contacts and interviews for him to meet with, etc. Things were going pretty well and after just a few weeks of knowing him, I felt like we were very compatible people with similar interests and views on the world.
Almost immediately after I got back from the Caribbean, it was his birthday (February 13). He invited me to his birthday dinner the following Friday night, but I didn't end up going. I told him I fell asleep, which did happen eventually, but I also just didn't feel all that comfortable showing up to someone's birthday dinner with all of his friends who I don't know. Speaking of birthdays, he was turning 30. How old am I again? Oh, 22. That Thursday though (all in the same week), he ended up showing up to an Anti-Valentine's Day happy hour that I helped organize for Feb 14 with my coworkers. I had casually mentioned it to him, and he came towards the end. He didn't bring anyone, just showed up and mingled really well with everyone, which I thought was pretty cool and showed he had a lot of confidence in himself. Afterwards, we went out around the corner to Vapianos together and ended up getting so lost in conversation that we were talking until the restaurant closed.
Regardless of that though, I knew we didn't have any chemistry. There was no spark. It just felt like hanging out with a much more talkative (and later realized, obnoxious) version of my brother. He was someone with a wealth of knowledge and wasn't afraid to share it. Normally, that's pretty attractive and impressive - until it becomes condescending or even sometimes not even factual, which again, I didn't really catch up on until later.
Skipping forward a little bit, we hung out a lot more, went to a Caps game (my brother had a pair of extra tickets that he couldn't use, so he gave them to me and I took X). We went running together once, watched a Michigan basketball game together, got dinner a few times, he had come over to my place, met some of my friends/co-workers, etc. Things were looking pretty up.
Then, I was going to leave for Geneva. In the back of my head, I kept telling myself he's not one of those clingy types or weirdos or anything, despite the fact that we met in a club and got to know each other through Facebook. We spent time together in person, which I felt like made things not as weird. Besides, my friends in DC seemed to like him, so at least I had their approval.
When I arrived in Geneva (March 16) we had still been talking through FB messages, and he found out he didn't get matched for a residency program the night before. Although he told me he had almost completed his residency at Washington Hospital Center, he left the program about two months short of completing it and had been working on getting rematched for the past few years. He was pretty down about it, and I jokingly said he should come to Geneva to get his mind off of things.
Little did I know, he actually did.
To be continued…
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