Let me try and get the chronology of all of this correct.
On the Saturday before my OB/GYN shelf I took the tall beautiful redhead (CB if I used initials earlier) out to midtown Detroit, where I lived the last 2 years until I moved back in with my parents in June. I just took her to motor city brewery and Cass Cafe, so we didn’t really explore very much, but she did get a little tiny taste of midtown. I can’t really dissect what we discussed as it was…well I guess just over a week ago…it feels longer ago though. I get a twist in my stomach sometimes when I’m out with her. I’m always imagining scenarios where I would have to defend her, or where she gets hit on and I have to intervene, or where we simply get heckled in the street and I have to react somehow. I would imagine that most men have these preoccupations when they’re out with pretty girls, especially in areas with younger or more outspoken populations, so I was particularly aware of this in midtown. This is also why I limited the time to just these two restaurants. One thing that did stand out to me from this date. I had a list of 37 questions from psychology today that are kind of starting points for getting to know someone better. I only made it through 8 with her, but one was, “what would your perfect day be?” Hers was a pretty typical day, she goes to work and works with her favorite team of people, then gets home and hangs out with me. It was so sweet and unexpected. I expected it to be grandios. Hers was so rooted in reality.
I took the next week to study for my OB/GYN shelf on Thursday. I devised a plan where I did 3 hour-long blocks of questions every day and reviewed every night. I was able to go through the test twice when I actually took it, so I wasn’t pressed for time, however, I have no idea how well I did. If I failed it it’ll completely derail my plans at the moment.
I met with her Thursday night after the test at her place. We talked for hours, then made out. She told me that she didn’t expect anything to happen tonight and didn’t actually have any condoms and wasn’t on contraception. So, I used a condom I found in my car. We were both really nervous. I tried not to show it, but she definitely did. I probably did as well. I think it just had to do with the fact that I really like this girl and I wanted it to be special. I realized that that kind of thinking is detrimental to sex, however, the thought never left my mind. The combination of the condom choking my dick and her being pretty tense… well, I don’t actually know why, but I couldn’t fit in her. We just fooled around and I eventually got off manually, on my back, with her kissing me. It rained white all over the two of us, which grossed me out, but she was nonchalant about it. I left because I planned to meet with the anesthesiologists at Crittenton the next day. That actually fell though and was deferred to Monday.
On Saturday I started “Doctor’s in Training” for Step 2, which is in late September for me. It’s a pretty interactive video series and is the main focus of my study plan, along with the U world question bank.
I met with her again on Saturday night. She was geeked about going to a painting class, in which everyone paints based off of a template with an instructor at the front. It was pretty relaxing. Now I have a painting of a sailboat in front of a crude Detroit skyline with a “starry night” sky. My parents hung it up in the living room even though it looks dark and crude compared to the relative lightness of the rest of the room. There was a bachelorette party there as well, which seems kind of tame, but I guess not everyone is really into bars. That reminds me of when I went out with SB a few weeks ago, I think I recorded it in the blog. We went to a dueling piano bar and there were two bachelorette parties. One had a pretty blonde girl and a group of her hot friends. They were wasted and requested songs from the pianists all night. The other party consisted of a fat sad bachelorette in the corner of the room with her friends trying to console her. SB said that she overheard them all in the bathroom telling the sad fat bachelorette that that she was beautiful and that everything would be alright. But back to my paint-by-colors wine event.
We finished and went to where she grew up: in Harrison Township on the coast of Lake St. Clair. We sat out in a little park looking out on the lake in the dark. We kissed. Then she took me down a long path through woods to a tree that she and her friends used to hang out at in high school. It was a good mile down a thin path in the woods at midnight. I felt stupid and vulnerable for going along with it. The path loosely followed a river. At one part of the path we walked under a bridge where I-94 went over the river. It was surprisingly dark and vulnerable. This is where hobos or drug addicts would kill us, I knew it. She didn’t seem fazed by it, which bothered me a bit. We got to her tree, which now was covered with impenetrable brush. We walked about on a nearby bridge over another river. We kissed and I reached up her dress. We walked back and when we went under the bridge I told her how needlessly reckless the walk was. We took a seat on the ledge next to the walkway and made out. Yeah, I made out with a girl in near-pitch dark, at midnight on a Saturday night under a filthy bridge. We got back to the car, went back to her house.
We just talked for a while. I asked her more questions from my 36 questions list. At 3 AM my friend YC texted me, which gives me some timeframe to work with, otherwise I’d completely lose track of this night. At the time we were playing with tarot cards. I learned that I’m death and my end is victory, whatever that means. Her end was death, which made her laugh and I rationalized by saying I was her last man. We eventually fucked and I spent the night. She was incredibly passionate this night and it was much more open and fun than the first time.
The next morning I played her songs on the guitar with a tiny guitar she had in her guest room. I tried to sing everything I could remember. The one’s that really resonated were “Apple Blossom” by the White Stripes and “I’ll Try Anything Once” by Julian Casablancas.
We then went to her favorite brunch place, but it was closed for vacation. I played music I knew in her car, which has 0% overlap with her music. I settled on the songs I sang to her earlier. I took her out to a Coney Island on her block. She had never been to it before. I returned home and slept all day. She went up to her grandmother’s, who lives just north of Grand Rapids.
Monday (today), I went into Crittenton and met with the head of anesthesia. He was incredibly friendly and liked to talk about the field, but admitted that he would not be able to stay with me the whole day, so I tried to meet with other anesthesiologists. I saw a kid go under for a tonsillectomy. They just keep talking to the kid, give him gas, he passes out, then they put the IV in. Then I went up to the outpatient suite and watched a CRNA do a colonoscopy. I didn’t know anyone in the room, and as time continued going on I felt more and more awkward about introducing myself. I kept telling myself that I would be more aggressive with introductions next time, but honestly, I have been in this identical situation multiple times. Maybe now that I’ve written it out I’ll be more proactive with it. The coolest thing I saw today was a bipass surgery. The blood is actually drained out of the body and circulates through a bipass machine, keeping it oxygenated and functional, the the while the surgeon works on the still heart. The anesthesiologist and CRNA have a dozen drips, fluids, and in this case, packed-RBCs due to the patients severe anemia. I realized that I should have been more proactive in general today, so I’m trying to make a list of questions to ask these doctors, about the life and livelihood and the science behind it all. Ideally I would like 2 letters from this week, I’m not sure how to get them though. That brings the blog up to speed. I’ll go in the rest of the week and try to make the most of it.
What else…? My brother came back from St. Kitts on Saturday and has been around the house since then. Also, my parents left for Chicago today.