Today I went to go see an orthopedic surgeon because I've been having issues with my shoulder. This guy's office is tight. I don't know art, but there was a Picasso or a Rembrandt hanging behind the reception area. The receptionist was a perfect 10/10: dark red hair, green eyes, rice rack. I'm just sitting there, filling out my forms and checking off irritable bowel disease, anxiety etc. when I hear my name being called by a sweet voice. I look up to see a blonde Miranda Kerr wearing a tight little nurse's dress. I say, "thank you, nurse" and she giggles.
We now enter the exam room and she tells me to take my shirt off.
The door opens and the doctor walks in. He's 6'4" 225 lbs, brown hair with a little bit of grey at the sides, with crystal blue eyes and a face that looks like it was carved out of bronze by DaVinchi or Michelangelo. No homo, but when he introduced himself, the bass of his voice resonated through the floor, up my legs, and into my nether regions..
"I'm Doctor Meyer," he said charmingly. I introduced myself: a scrawny 5'9" 4th year medical student who didn't have the scores or bench press to do Ortho so am instead applying for PM&R for that SWeet lifestyle.
He examined my shoulder like a baws, lifting me gracefully and easily, holding me like a child, flexing and push and pulling. I became hard. It wasn't visible yet, but Dr. Meyer seemed able to smell it. This next part is where it gets weird.....
He asked me to follow him into the next room. It's a mini gym. He wanted to see what I could do. In front of me was a military press,and he started stacking 45lb plates. 1 and 2, then 3 and 4. "Give it a go." But I couldn't even lift the bar an inch. Let me show you, he said. His chest heaved and and the weight was overhead. He looked at me, smiled, winked, and did 25 reps. Now I'm straight as an arrow but watching that alpha Dr. Meyer grin and grunt had me rock hard.
(to be continued...)