Let me preface this story by saying that I believe it is absolutely unfair for attractive men to be in the gynecological field.
My yearly exam came around, and because I deal with endometriosis and a host of other female-reproductive issues, I had to see a specialist at the Army hospital an hour north. Fine. No problem. The doctor’s name was difficult to pronounce, and somehow that led me to believe it would be an old Asian man. I didn’t bother to landscape, if you know what I mean.
After checking in for my appointment, I waited in the exam room, refusing to sit on the paper-lined reclining chair that faced a ceiling featuring a bright pictured-tile of blooming branches to comfort the weary to patient. Instead I sat on the side chair intended for guests and played solitaire on my iPhone.
There was a knock at the door, and then Idris Elba walked in wearing Read More