My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
“Oh, hell yeah. That’s a hot doctor name.”
She types furiously, then holds her screen up for me to see.
There he is. Smiling on the clinic website, looking devastatingly normal in a white coat. His arms are crossed. His jaw is flexing. He looks like he eats granola, runs marathons, and gives orgasms just by speaking in complete sentences.
“Oh my God,” she breathes. “He’s so hot. I should make an appointment. Just to see what the fuss is about.”
I hurl a breadstick at her head.