I went to a doctor (against my will, for nothing serious) and was surprised to see his name a week later on my caller ID.
Oh, shoot, I thought. I didn't pick up that prescription yet. But it costs a fortune and not even that necessary. How did he know? Dang.
I picked up the phone, feverishly trying to come with a viable excuse.
"Listen, I know a tall guy, and since you're tall, I thought of you."
I was totally sandbagged.
"Is it okay if I give him your number?"
"I . . . um . . . who . . . name?" I managed to stammer.
"His name is Carlist Rieekan. Can I give him your number?"
"He . . . not serial killer?" I hemmed.
Silence.
Oops, no sense of humor.
"I . . . guess . . . okay?" I hawed.
"Great! I'll give him your number."
Click.
I stared at the phone in shock. What just happened?
Carlist called a few days later, and we went out. He was actually hysterically funny, but we didn't seem to have anything else in common. I actually thought of another girl I knew for him.
But what to do about my shadchan? I can't exactly ignore him, and I don't know when to call a doctor to make polite chit-chat.
I sent a thank you card.
First of all, Carlist? That's a name?
ReplyDeleteSecond of all, I don't know about the AMA's version of things but up in Canada what he did was a big no-no. Someting called boundaries where a physician doesn't try to involve himself in your personal life without permission. That's what worried me most about this story.
It was a frum ENT, not a therapist, where suggesting a date to the mentally fragile would be considered a real breach of medical standards.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/20/opinion/sunday/should-therapists-play-cupid.html?_r=0
And yes, Carlist was a general for the rebel forces. There's a wookiepedia link and everything.
This is hilarious.
ReplyDeletewhew awkward!
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