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Some kind of writer

November 5, 2014

“So, you’re some kind of writer, or something?”
He stared at his drink, bored with the conversation so far. This was the third blind date in a week. Online dating was great for finding women to have a drink with, but he was never sure what to do after that. First the yoga teacher, then the accountant, and now this girl. He couldn’t keep them all straight.
“What kind of stories do you write?” He asked half-heartedly, not really interested in the answer.
She cleared her throat nervously “Stories? Well, I guess they are mostly about disease, pain, suffering and death.”
His eyes widened, taken aback. He looked at her closely. With her neatly styled blonde hair, blue eyes, and pressed suit, she certainly did not look the Goth type at all. He was surprised. Maybe they were romance novels, he thought with a shiver of disgust.
Really? In what kind of setting?”
“Well.” She said, smiling a little mischievously, “Almost always, they take place with some kind of scientist or doctor, running experiments on suffering victims. You know, experimental drug treatments or complicated surgeries, that kind of thing.”
He was even more puzzled, but becoming intrigued. There was certainly more to this girl than he had first suspected.
“Go on,” he encouraged her. “Tell me more. Who are these hapless victims? What are they like?”
“Oh, almost always white men in their 40’s to 60’s, with only a few health conditions. Although, I am trying to get more women and minorities incorporated into my stories now.” She said, trying to suppress a little giggle.
A look of disappointment crossed his face, as he was secretly hoping the victims were women in bikinis. But his curiosity was unabated.
“And what kind of people read this type of story? Teenagers?”
“Oh no!” She exclaimed, quite seriously “My stories are read by very intelligent and educated adults. This allows me to use very high-level medical jargon while writing for the best effect.”
“Where exactly do you publish?” He said, almost wondering aloud, as he had never read anything like this.
She looked at him very intently, and beckoned him closely with one finger. He leaned in and she grabbed his tie, pulled him closer, and whispered seductively in his ear.

“Top-tier Medical Journals.”

Photo attribution:
By Benson Kua from Toronto, Canada (Mad Scientist’s Closet Uploaded by tm) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

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2 Comments
  1. “Top-tier Medical Journals.” … Great post. It was intriguing, and the ending was something to die for … only punning!

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