Normal means: acts like an adult and is ok with being a guy's guy, doesn't have control issues, doesn't talk to his mom more than once a month, doesn't stalk me, drinks and enjoys himself, works out, has both male & female friends, and his jeans are not tighter than mine.
If you think my standards for normal are low, you never met the guys I dated before him:
douchebag #1: college jock, cheated on me with a girl who worked at Hooters. Slacker. Peter pan complex. Bros before hoes. The straw: after I took him back for the last time I caught him hitting on my neighbor.
douchebag #2: law student, spoiled Beverly Hills kid with mommie issues. The straw: he had a nasty spending problem that put me in debt and was so controlling and jealous he forced me to quit acting & modeling for 3 years.
douchebag #3: post-doc intellectual. Narcissist, in-the-closet gay. Unpredictable mood swings, no friends, vain beyond belief. Mommie issues. Huge ego but really just a lame-o who wore cardigans. The straw: he wanted to to debate Nietzsche while we were having margs on Cinco de Mayo.
douchebag #4: another PhD, engineer. Rich, spoiled, mommie issues. Addicted to sex, but not in a good way. Too gay, couldn't swim, talked to his mother every day. Basically just a wallet & penis with legs. The straw: the weird sex behavior [he was hard 24/7] wasn't worth the free sushi & Louis Vuitton bags.
It's awesome to be dating a normal guy for once.
My doctor boyfriend wakes up at 6am and goes to the hospital. I watch him put on his scrubs. They're blue, with red ties. It reminds me of General Hospital or something, lol. He looks sexy in his scrubs, like a man who can take charge and knows what to do.
Every morning when I spend the night at his place he walks me to the subway stop and waits for the trolley to come. He actually stands there on the corner, watching me until I leave. I love it.
During the day, he often calls me from the operating room. Yes, the OR. Apparently there's a little office in the back where they can [gasp] use cell phones? The first time he called me I could hear a guy moaning in the background. He was like, "so how's your day?" And I was like my god, go help that guy! Sounds like a torture chamber where you are. He was so casual about it. "Oh, he's fine, just being a baby." Apparently this is what you discover about the hidden world of medicine when you date a doctor.
My doctor boyfriend wakes up at 6am and goes to the hospital. I watch him put on his scrubs. They're blue, with red ties. It reminds me of General Hospital or something, lol. He looks sexy in his scrubs, like a man who can take charge and knows what to do.
Every morning when I spend the night at his place he walks me to the subway stop and waits for the trolley to come. He actually stands there on the corner, watching me until I leave. I love it.
During the day, he often calls me from the operating room. Yes, the OR. Apparently there's a little office in the back where they can [gasp] use cell phones? The first time he called me I could hear a guy moaning in the background. He was like, "so how's your day?" And I was like my god, go help that guy! Sounds like a torture chamber where you are. He was so casual about it. "Oh, he's fine, just being a baby." Apparently this is what you discover about the hidden world of medicine when you date a doctor.
My girl friends love him. They are all thrilled for me. He's a tall, dark & handsome prince with a heart of gold. I think under UV lights you can see his halo.
The best thing about my normal boyfriend is that he adores me, calls me a princess and treats me like one. Trust me, date a few jerkoffs and you'll never take "nice guys" for granted ever again.
The best thing about my normal boyfriend is that he adores me, calls me a princess and treats me like one. Trust me, date a few jerkoffs and you'll never take "nice guys" for granted ever again.
The second chapter to this is about how we're going to stay together because as I said before I have no idea how I'm going to get my ass back to LA so I can continue dating the man of my dreams.
The countdown begins. Doomsday is: July
He is moving in July, to Los Angeles. My old homestead. I need to figure out how I'm going to get there too without winding up bankrupt, unemployed and homeless with brown roots (not sure which is worse, no home or no money to afford a colorist].
I have to figure this out before time runs out.
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Good luck with that! I hope things work out ok! No doubt you'll think of something :)
ReplyDeleteHe sounds awesome. What does he make you feel? I'm curious now- are you deep in lust like...love?
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