And Then A Hero Comes Along.....

Recently at the library, I ran into some girls who were studying for the USMLE Step 1 exam. I didn't so much run into them, as I heard them quizzing each other and saw the familiar First Aid for the USMLE Step 1--a really popular book among medical students.

Anyway, since one (well actually both of them were cute--one more than the other), I walked up to them and asked them when they were taking the exam. One of them said she had seen me and my study buddy using the Step 2 books. She then proceeded to ask what we did to prepare for Step 1. I gave her the name of a few books and she exclaimed, "I love that one"!!!

I told her that at Kaplan, that professor actually lectured. He had even written a book specifically for Kaplan courses only. She said that she had seen the book that some of her classmates had (those who had taken the course). I went on to say that there were several other acclaimed medical authors who lectured during the six week review course. And then I told her that after one particular lecture, I actually asked the professor to autograph a book I had purchased of his...that was when my brain started screaming "Stop you friggin LOSER". Was I actually talking to a girl I was attempting to flirt with about getting a medical professor's autograph. Had my mind gone into complete meltdown? Had playing with myself on those lonely nights actually caused some mental damage? It was too late, I could not reverse the damage--the statement was out there.

She exclaimed, "Oh my GOD"--in a sorority screeching on rush night voice--"You got his autograph? What was he like, is he funny, down to earth, what?".

I couldn't believe that she was into this. And then suddenly, I wasn't turned on anymore. No explanation. When our conversation was done....I didn't want to ask her out anymore. I'm going to have my hormone levels checked.