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Dr. Awesome asked me out.
I agreed to meet him for lunch. I like the doctor I know. I was curious to see what he’d be like away from the hospital. There were mainly two concerns for me: work and age difference. Work I know I could be discreet with and handle if there were anything to seriously develop. (I share nothing about my dating life as it is.) I don’t even see him all that often at the hospital. I had no idea how much older than me he was. 10 years? More?
He is 43 and divorced for two years with a teenage daughter. The divorce wasn’t his choice. He’s been solely focused on work since then. He said he’s been debating whether or not to ask me out for six months. He had no idea I was 27. He said that I look young, but that I act older than the other nurses my age.
It was a refreshing date in how honest and straightforward we were both able to be with each other in what we wanted and were looking for. We had to be given the circumstances. He was as nice as I thought he’d be. We have a lot in common as far as our interests go, but I could never shake this nagging, uncomfortable feeling.
We finished dessert, and he asked me what I was thinking. I told him that I was uncomfortable with moving forward. I could see that he was ready for something immediate and serious. I was not. He was gracious and said then it wasn’t meant to be. He admitted that he probably would not have asked me out if he had known how young I was. He hoped that things wouldn’t be awkward for me at work now that I knew he liked me. I assured him that things would be as they had been before and that I was glad we met outside of work.
That horrible feeling went away. I felt light again and completely at ease. We talked a bit longer and hugged before separating.