Constance Zimmer - "Dana Gordon" from Entourage.
Just watched tonight's "Entourage." They've finally resolved the "down on his luck" arc and we can get back to the glorious excesses that made the first season so awesome.
Had a great weekend. Romantic evening at the coast with a friend on Friday. Then Saturday evening was a birthday party for the same friend at her friend's house. It was more of a "get together" consisting of four women and one other male besides myself.
He happened to be a 33-year-old doctor in residency at OHSU.
Motherfucker.
"You brought me to a party where the only other guy is a fucking doctor?" I asked my friend while grabbing for a mini quiche.
"What's wrong" she replied. "It's not a competition"
"Bullshit," I mumbled, glancing back and forth as I often do in the midst of a social anxiety induced panic attack." I decided to brave it and enter the conversation. My fear was that I would look like such a fucking tool in comparison to this other guy. My insecurities completely overwhelmed my personality and senses. On the other hand, how bad could it be?
I sat back and let the good doctor speak: "I before I went into med school, I spent time in the Peace Corps administering medical aid to third world countries."
I immediately grabbed another beer.
"What kind of medicine do you practice?" I asked with the mouth of the beer never far from my mouth.
"OB Gyn. Primarily, I like the fact that I get to help deliver babies."
I immediately grabbed for another beer. Wait... he's a vagina doctor? Holy shit.
I then went on the attack, asking interesting questions, following up with better questions, throwing in a few funny jokes but not being (too distasteful). People laughed and I looked smart in the process. Some people call this the act of having a personality and being yourself. Whatever.
He did often responded to my comments and questions with "I'm surprised you know that." Did he mean he's surprised that a layman knew the subject matter, or should I take it personally as that he's surprised that I knew that? You see how my mind works? Isn't it just fucked?
I guess I really felt the insecurity of being "the loser" at a party and therefore strategized/executed my survival.
Believe it or not, I had a wonderful time. The entire weekend was relaxing. I slept at the coast better than I've slept in a long time. I'm so relaxed right now that I'm going to fall asleep before 9pm tonight.
gooch:out.
