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:: the 40 year-old orthopedic surgeon ::
 This name speaks volumes. Another family friend set up. I’d been hearing about this guy for years, about how good looking and successful he is. Apparently, he’s been afraid to really commit to a woman because he has a heart condition. Yikes. I don’t know what to say to that. He was very nice, not bad looking, but kinda looks forty. We had a fine time, but no real “sparks”. Our first date was the same night as my 28th birthday party. It was the coldest night of the year. I met him at the family friend’s apartment where we drank red wine. Then he and I went out for sushi and drank quite a bit of hot saki. Then I ditched the surgeon and went off to meet my drunken law school friends at Fez for my birthday. My standard drink is a vodka tonic. People kept putting them in my hands, and all were drunk by me. I hadn’t been that sick since the 1989 Peach Schnapps incident. As for orthopedic surgeon, he lives in LA and tends to call me every 6-9 months when he’s in town.
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