A new matchmaker

Yesterday I went to see my doctor. We went through the whole medical routine and then came his usual question, "Who are you dating?"

"I am having a wonderful and fulfilling relationship with myself, thank you", I responded. He chuckled, he has heard this before from me. He then went on to explain that being in a relationship has longevity benefits. I wanted to ask just how much longer he thought I could live if I were in a relationship. I also wanted to ask what he thought I could do to keep occupied for these additional years and then exactly how was I going to fund these additional years.

But I didn't because in a previous visit he had been strongly encouraging me to add a bunch of supplements to my diet and I was being resistant (also sometimes classified as stubborn). He went onto ask me this, "Don't you want to live to be 120?" "No!" I responded, "I definitely don't want to!" What in the heck would I do. I have achieved most of the things on my "list" - so what in heavens name would I do with all that time. And quite frankly, unless he can guarantee that I would be in good health until the day before I keel over, I really wasn't interested in extending my life beyond the expected norm. He was shocked to say the least. For a few moments he couldn't say anything. Finally he said I was the first patient to ever say this to him. I think I might be the first patient to say this, but surely not the first to think it!

So, in light of this previous exchange I didn't say what I was thinking. Instead, I foolishly suggested that if he is this concerned about my single status maybe he should start a dating service. He looked thoughtful for a moment, but said nothing so I felt I had safely dodge the bullet.

When the appointment ended he walked with me to the reception area. Sitting there was the last patient of the day - a man! And an age appropriate man at that! The doc shot a glance in my direction. OMG! Really! He looked at the guy and looked at me, doing that kind of head movement that clearly cries out "What about him - what do you think about him?"

I tried to engage the receptionist in conversation to avoid eye contact with either the doctor or the patient. My fabulous doctor was beaming. Not only is he a doctor, but now he is playing at being a matchmaker!

Please God, this poor patient didn't pick up on all these signals. But I have to hand it to the doc, A+ for effort!