Jamaica

I have dated many men in my life... I tried to make a list the other day, and I came to the sobering realization that I don't remember all of their names (what the heck was Fuzzy Navel's name??). There are more than a few I probably couldn't pick out of a line up, and ten minutes later, I'd remember that there was yet another faceless random from that one time that I'd forgotten about, which makes me wonder how many others there are that I can't recall...


But this is not a post about my whore-ish past.

My point is that despite my numbers, there are two things that have never happened:
1) I have never dated someone younger than me.
2) I have never dated someone I deem smarter than me.


K is a medical student at my institution. He is three years younger than me.

He is also quite possibly one of the most brilliant people I've ever met. We had a random conversation the other day where I asked him, "If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?" Now, I'm thinking my ideal job to be along the lines of a 'traveling restaurant/food critic', or 'rockstar', or maybe a 'tabloid celebrity'... something that is self-serving, with it's fair share of alcohol and doesn't require too many functioning brain cells. His answer: "Astrophysicist."  I honestly don't even know what an astrophysicist does, and while I'm trying to formulate a response to that, he adds, "but there's no money in that, so I decided to do medicine instead." 

Way to settle, dude.
Don't I feel like a retard for only aspiring to be a mere doctor.

And if someone ever described a person like that to me, my ego's defense would come up with a smart ass answer like, yeah, but he's probably socially retarded and awkward. But the truth is, after having known him since April of last year, and having gone out with him and his friends to various bars and restaurants in NYC, he's equally socially awesome. His friends are all cool and well versed in everything from clubbing, to politics, to rap music, museums, drinking games, movies and even ballet. His sense of humor is so deadpan and random that he literally makes me laugh out loud in my office with a gchat comment, drawing curious looks from my quieter coworkers. He's the type of person that is down for anything, anytime, shamelessly self-depricating and narcissitic at the same time, and I imagine would easily make friends with anyone in the room while making them feel like they are the coolest person there.

And because this is me blogging... did I mention that he's better looking than more the half the men I've dated? He's a white guy with blue eyes. I didn't mention hair, because honestly he doesn't have any, but I imagine he was a blonde baby. This may be a personal preference thing, because I definitely have a taste for bald guys or at least super short hair... but he's got this cute but tough guy look going on. He's 6'0", goes to the gym regularly and has got biceps that I just want to squeeze.

Looks. Personality. Brains.
Trifecta.

So what am I to do?
Pass up the opportunity and let some other girl take his eligibility off the market?
I think not.



Looks and personality were always important to me, but the IQ factor seriously has me turned on. He has an intellectual curiosity that I've lost somewhere along the way... I'd gotten used to just being happy with knowing what I know. Learning was fine if it's self serving, but I had come to consider the world of academia a bore and chore. But to him, I can tell he enjoys it. Watching him register and analyze things on a totally different level has now got me thinking.. how does he do that and how can I?


I'm planning my moves carefully because I think this one's a keeper. We've gone out a few times already, and I've demonstrated self-restraint by not over drinking and inviting myself over. We flirt constantly via texts, gchats, and emails... but then in person at the hospital, we are purely professional with inside innuendos and it is my own episode of Gray's Anatomy. Working here has motivated me to reconsider my capacity, and I know I can do better than I have been. Mediocrity was acceptable when I was a big fish in a small pond.
Now, I wanna impress.
I don't think my pride could take it if he thought I was a dummy.

So now what?

I'm working on getting my residency secured here. In addition, I'm writing abstracts and manuscripts like mad to try and get as many publications as I can before my year of research is up. I'm flying all over the country to conferences to present my findings and also trying to squeeze in some studying for my Step 3...

And now that I've gotten his attention..

I'm taking him to Jamaica.
We've booked an impromptu vacation during his spring break and we will be eating, drinking and sunbathing for four glorious days while I seal the deal on my greatest catch to date.

Ya man...

..and more bad decisions...

I suddenly feel like a couger... or the teacher from 'The Graduate'...


I'm finding myself flirting dangerously with one of my students...

Nothing good can come from this.

Shit bags?

I work as a clinical researcher at one of the largest hospitals in the NYC area and part of my job entails going through electronic medical records to glean bits and pieces of information relevant to whatever study I am conducting at the time... The other day I came across this gem.

Shit bags? Ummm... excuse me doctor, but is that the medical term? 

Lol!