So this is interesting. Â My parents live about 1 hour and 20 minutes north of Wilton Manors in the bodunk town that is Palm City. Â A few houses down from them lives a doctor. Â He has longer wavy/curly hair, a really nice complexion and he drives around in his brand new corvette, generally, with the top down. Â At first I thought, maybe he’s just flashy and likes to be pampered. Â If I spent all those years in school to become a doctor, I’d wanna live the good life also.
Then about 3 months ago I went to a mixer at, who would end up being, my future boss’s house. Â Who comes waltzing in with his, “girlfriend?” Â Mr. Doctor man! Â I don’t really remember too much of the party, but I do remember that he was very charismatic, talkative and really personable. Â His girlfriend didn’t really say much. Â Still, didn’t really think too much of it. Â My gaydar kind of went off a little bit, but metrosexuals can really throw that off. Â I’m also not one to judge…most of the time.
Finally, fast forward to yesterday. Â There was a Mr. Dr. Man spotting in gay Wilton Manors at the nucleus of the town. Â That’s right, Starbucks 26th Street. What was Mr. Dr. Man doing in gay Wilton Manors. Â I don’t believe he has a practice here and there wasn’t, to my knowledge, any seminars going on. Â My boss is the one who had the sighting and he said that from word, “go” he thought he might be gay. Â Scandalous. Â I know!
I guess the first step is to get his name and stop referring to him as Mr. Dr. Man.