So, my new gyno and I were having that awkward small-talk that you have when he’s doing his work and you’re staring at the ceiling while wearing the paper gown and sheet. This is always worse when your gyno is approximately your age and attractive, which this guy was. It’s always easier if they’re an old fogey or a woman. But I’m not too weirded out by this kind of thing and I don’t really care about the gender or age of my gyno as long as they don’t pinch me with the speculum or take samples like a lunchroom lady scrubbing a bottle with a brush, yaknowhutimean?

BUT. But, this time, it did get a little weird. Turns out that the small talk led us to the fact that, even though he’s not from my hometown, he knows a bunch of dudes I went to high school with. After a little deliberation, we decided that we should not explore that subject further. Because how are THOSE conversations going to go?

Gyno: Oh, hey, I met an old friend of yours from high school, named PinkDog.

Friend: Yeah? Wow, I haven’t talked to her in a while. How is she?

Gyno: She’s fine. Living in Lake Charles now.

Friend: Cool. How’d y’all meet?

Gyno: Oh, she’s a new patient of mine.

Friend: (long pause as the implications of this sink in) Ah hah.

So, yeah. Handsome new gyno. And we chose NOT to elaborate on who we know in common.