Whenever I meet a cute/hot gay doctor, I always get the urge to say "I need a physical." or "Mind conducting a digital rectal examination for me?" or even "Would you like to feel my coughing?" There are a lot more of those, but I restrain myself in doing so. Because even if the flirt at the back of my head thinks it'd work, I wouldn't run the risk of possibly embarrassing myself to a potential life mate. Yes. I do feel a particular need to be romantically involved with a doctor for the long run. Well, primarily because of the medical perks. Living in a third world country, medical perks are a big go-go. Top of my list are dermatologists and cosmetic surgeons. Till they find me the fountain of youth, I'd let them work on me anytime.
And every once in a few wily messages, I'd get to flirt with a doctor who knows how to flirt back with someone like me. Today, I met one such doctor. On Grindr, no less. Goodness, I remember the days when the only people on it were from HK and SG. Despite the reality that there are a lot of ugly iPhone users, I think Grindr deserves to win some app award. Okay, going back to Mr. Doctor...
We began messaging last night. He sent me an innocent "hi". I decided not to be cocky (because I usually am, and if you know me, you'd know I have every right to be very cocky) and just asked for some photos. Cute. My type actually. He asked for more of mine. I only had one from two years ago. "a bit chunky" I said. "Chunky is fine. :-)" he replied. So I sent him the photo. He made me smile when he said "cute. :-)"
We had a bit of conversation after which eventually led him to asking me if I was up for no-strings-attached fun. "Hot guy like you? No strings? Why?" I had to ask. "I don't like the drama relationships bring." At that point I knew he was my kind of guy. The conversation went on until I saw him go offline. For the record, he did utter "I find you very interesting" before he went logged off. It led me to think that this was one doctor who knew how to play the game really well. So I slept through it. The next day should know how to deal with him.
"Good morning." waited for me in my Grindr chat with him. I was wrong. Could it be that this guy is genuinely interested in lil ol' me? The day proceeded with us Grindr chatting. Grindring. I was already in the office when he sent me a location notification. He was headed near where I worked. Lunch with colleagues. How convenient. "Wanna have coffee after?" Then he gives me his digits. And it was set.
Honestly, I was excited as hell.
Lunch happened for us both, so let's fast forward to the coffee. I was there before him so I got my regular caffein concoction and a seat with a good view of the coming and going strangers. He sends me a text saying that he was now walking towards the coffee shop. And before I knew it, I see a familiar smile. His photos were real. He stood by me, gave me a firm handshake and sat down across me. I had such a good view. And I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was really liking what he's seeing.
But before I give you the wrong impression that I am the least bit romantic (I will deny it anyway), let me get the fairy dust off the details we talked about. He admits to seeing my Facebook profile from a friend of his whom I was also Grindring with (no, I am not that notorious, yet). Turns out, friend is actually his lover and they've been together for years. Turns out the who of them make a swinging couple. Turns out they wanna get it on with me. Turns out I wanna get it on with them. But turns out, we kinda wanna get it on together first before his boyfriend gets in on the fun.
He was wilder than I had expected. We have a lot in common actually. But I won't get into that. The sex will be happening but I looked at the time and saw myself over an hour past the end of my lunch break. And I had to get back to work. He also had somewhere to go to. So I asked him where he was parked and offered to bring him there. "Let me drop you off." He read my mind.
Upon arriving at his car, as soon as the doors were closed, our lips were all over each other. He kissed so well and despite his slightly drying pucker-uppers, he made me feel like I was his for the next few minutes. All his. And no one could take that moment away from us.
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