Literally during my routine gynecologist exam, my doctor, while digging around, suggests that I should befriend her daughter. I lay there staring at the ceiling, agreeing with her plan, with not much choice in the matter. The exam finishes and I proceed to put my pants on while my doctor is scribbling her daughters name on a prescription pad. She gives me the piece of paper, I read the name out loud, smile and tuck it into my jacket pocket.
On the way home, I evaluate my feelings towards this interaction — should I be flattered? Should I be suspicious? What kind of friendship is she suggesting?
I arrive home, place the piece of paper on my kitchen table. I glance at it every time I walk by it, unsure of what to do. What if I don’t add her? Will my doctor be upset? Will I have to go to a new gynecologist? Will she half-ass my next exam out of spite?
I grab the piece of paper, sit in front of the computer and login to Facebook. I search up her name, her profile pops up and I quickly hit message button.
“Hi there, uh, well, this is probably really weird, but your mom is my gynecologist and she gave me your name and told me to send you a message to possibly hang out. She told me that she would tell you about me. Haha, oh god, this is horrible. I’m sorry.”
I send it and stare blankly at the computer screen. My inbox lights up and a reply is sitting there, waiting to be read.
“I do not know you.”
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