He's no doctor

I had date with the new guy. He was nice enough, turns out we're both from the same area, I went to school with his sister all my life (he is ten years my senior). But. Eh.

Eh.

That shouldn't sum up a date, but I suppose it does this one. Conversation was okay, we have some common interests, but there just wasn't a connection. He was...caustic. Blunt. Too much like me, but in a way that I surely hope I am not.

My roommate was very annoyed about me having a date with another man. She was very in favor of the doctor. Very pro-doctor. In fact, while I was getting ready for the other date, she kept saying, "He's no doctor." And then instructed me to wear quite unflattering things. She was very much in favor of me wearing awkward sweaters with jeans I never wear.

On said date with the other man, I found myself thinking about the Doctor. He has this great nervous laugh. He texted me during dinner, following up about something I had said earlier that day. I sneakily responded to him while the other boy was in the bathroom.