Between the times we spend 30 hours at a time in the hospital, we have a life outside of it.
Since I ended a serious relationship a few years ago, I've been single. I did go on a lot of dates, but I never felt that these girls had long-term potential.
Going on dates during the basic sciences part of medical school was infrequent, but I made it happen. I felt swamped and overloaded and stressed out with all the information I had to commit to memory and know as well as my address. I burned out near the end of basic sciences because of all the studying I did alone under so much pressure, with exams always so soon and covering so much material, combined with the mandatory clinic days, small group sessions, lab sessions, and living on 4 hours of sleep a night, I was drained.
I encourage people to date a lot, to meet a lot of people, and figure out what they want in someone. They'll really appreciate the special person once they meet them.
Tonight I went out with someone I fancy a bit, but held back quite a bit. I didn't hold her hand, put my arm around her, kissed her, or even leaned in closely. I wanted to, and things were going well, but I decided not to since it was the first time we had really gone out together for an extended period of time.
She made the first move and kissed me goodnight before we parted ways, which I thought was nice. I actually turned because I thought she was going to kiss my cheek (which I thought was the most that happens on a first date), so it kind of landed awkwardly on part of the side of my face.
She had said she had meant to kiss me, and all I said was "Oh. Thanks," after she did. I honestly don't know how to react to things at times, so it always turns out a bit awkward when I'm caught by surprise.
I like to pretend my awkwardness is charming and endearing.
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