I was scheduled to meet my date at 2pm on a biting Tuesday afternoon. Naturally, the nerves were kicking in, as this was to be our first face-to-face.
A few days prior, he’d requested some deeply personal information, which I know sounds suspect and a bit forward… but I took it to mean he was quite interested in getting to know me. Determined not to let the conversation lag, I spent the night before making a list of talking points.
After a long shower and a careful selection of my undergarments, I searched my closet for something flattering yet… accessible. I settled on a soft-to-the touch, silky ensemble and styled my hair into a just-woke-up tousle.
Glancing at the time, determined to arrive ahead of schedule, I grabbed the requested dossier, my talking points, and optimistically made my way. Upon arrival, I continuously circled the packed parking garage hunting for a space worthy of the occasion. Finally, with a spot located, I took a deep breath and headed toward the rendezvous point.
After a quick visit to the ladies’ room for a mint and a final tousle of my hair… I arrived at the meeting place and confidently announced myself. Although there was a brief period of waiting I wasn’t offended. It was quite clear I was dealing with a very important person.
I was impressed.
Eventually, I was escorted down a long hallway. After several right, right, left, right zigzags, I was ushered into a private, exceedingly clean, brightly lit, minimalistic room. Too bright. Quite frankly, I would have preferred more of the ambient sort… diffused and dimmed.
With my heart hammering against my chest, I made myself as comfortable as possible.
The door finally swung open, and there he was.
He was everything and more: poised, brilliant, and possessing a gaze that suggested he could see right through me. He guided me to a chair, his cold instrument pressed against my skin… “deep breaths,” he whispered.
He listened to my heart more intently than any man ever has.
Listening is the art of the heart
With the grace of a true gentleman, he spent the next forty minutes giving me his undivided attention. He didn’t check his phone. He didn’t rush.
I could tell his brilliant mind could decode the most complex mysteries of my soul. And by my soul … I mean my EKG … as he was significantly more interested in my mitral valve.
You might wonder… how was I lucky enough to find such a gallant, considerate, compassionate, and accomplished individual? If truth be told, it was a fix-up. And by fix-up… I mean a referral.
Oy vey, I have a CARDIOLOGIST.
I want to assure you, there was no messing around. This was not “a date”. Buuuuut… as he patiently explained the nuances of my cardiovascular health, I realized I had indeed found “the one”.
He’s attentive, he’s a great listener, and most importantly, he wants a committed relationship.
He wants to see me again in six months.
Does anybody else get ready for a doctor appointment like they are going on a first date?
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click-> Here’s the guy who CAPTURED my heart!
People with extraordinary hearts need extraordinary doctors! And yes, it does feel like a date!
Happy Valentines Day♥️
Awwww… love you and your beautiful heart! ❤️