weekEND

YAY!  Finished with surgery, at last!!!  Actually to tell the truth, it wasn't all that bad. Aside from all the attitude, I enjoyed it (ok this is starting to sound like my last blog).  So I think I've come to a temporary consensus...since I like both internal medicine and surgery, they will dictate my electives for this year and depending on how my electives pan, I will rank those 2 possibilities accordingly.

On another note, I really hoped that the weekend would have been responsibility-free for me, but unfortunately, it was not.  After I finished the surgery SHELF exam this past Friday, I was inundated by random phone calls from random people telling me that I should finish all sorts or random paperwork needed for all sorts of random happenings (I will be more specific when these "nebulous" random happenings begin to corporialize themselves - I hope that's a word...my spell-checker is telling me otherwise).  So I moseyed on down to the school library and along the way, passed by this girl in my surgery rotation who I have a wicked crush on.  Let me preface by saying that prior to bumping into her, I was chowing down (as is my custom) on a Nature Valley granola bar (the ones with the almonds and peanut butter - so good...).  After exchanging pleasantries and whatnot, we said our goodbyes, she headed back to the hospital, I to my cubicle in the dungeon. So I waved goodbye and in my usual way, finish with a cheery grin. I later find out to my horror, when I visited the bathroom, that a fairly sizable piece of almond skin had secured itself snugly on my front tooth, making me look like one of the inbred characters from Deliverance. "Nice..." I groaned.  Oh well.  Damage done.  Next. 

So after that whole debacle (yes, I removed the almond skin, thank you), I found an empty cubicle and proceeded to the task of busy work.  Then out of nowhere, a strange girl (strange as in "stranger" not strange = weird), said "Hello" to me.  I must admit, I was at a loss until she saw the blank expression on my face and pitied me.  Turned out she is a visiting student who was assigned to my Internal Medicine rotation back in January.  I didn't recognize her because she sat in the back of our mini-lectures and I never really got to talk to her.  Well, after this little encounter, she sure chatted me up some, like I was a long lost friend or something...even gave me a stiff, jovial smack on the shoulder for a random joke I let fly.  It stung like the Dickens, too.  She was nice, but was really up front/mildly aggressive about any topic in our conversation...she even tried to hook me up with her sister who lives in Virginia.  Really didn't know what to make out of it all.  One thing that didn't jive all to well with me, she was wearing a navy blue peacoat, almost the same as the one that the last Ex wore.  But, flashbacks and PTSD aside, I got over it fast and spent the next half hour of our encounter reviewing pediatric Boards questions with her.  The whole situation was weirdly nice.  Then she left to go to a surgery convention happening at our school that same day.  She's cute, but still not my type.

That evening, I told my brother-in-law about the encounter.  He asked if I got her number.  I said no. Then he proceeded to ask me if I was gay (no offense). Again, I said no.  Then he said, "You don't have to always date the perfect chick or a white chick all the time, you know. Just go out and have fun with a girl."
I didn't know how to respond to that one.

Now, I'm an equal-opportunity guy.  It doesn't matter to me what ethnic background you are - if I like you, then I like you.  However, I am known to be very picky about the girls I date (I find it a hell of a lot easier to commiserate with someone who has similar tastes as I do - which, is both a good and a bad thing, especially if you're single).  And unfortunately, there haven't been many Asian (single) women in my previous dating pools, hence the whole thing about dating white women.  And the ones that I developed an eye for have been way too uptight or were/are engaged/married.  And for some reason, they all just can't get past the geek side of me.  I've toned it down some, but I'll be damned if I have to change myself for that nonsense.

And so we come to my present state.  Soon to be 30, single, and in a whole lot of debt.  I disagree with my Bro-in-law about just going out willy-nilly with some woman, because I tried that once and it turned out to be a complete waste of my time and energy, and of course it's not fair to me or to the girl. So I learned from that point on that: I can't compromise (too much) about the aesthetic/idiosyncratic parameters I would like my woman to have; flings and one-night-stands is not what I'm about; I want a relationship based on friendship, passion, and a keen interest for each other; I don't care what color you are, so long as you dig me and I dig you.

Bottom line - I don't want perfect, just the one who's perfect for me.

Song of the day: "Hey Julie" - Fountains of Wayne