Knock, Knock
I created a pretty awkward situation for my surgeon once. When I was 21, I broke my back in a car accident. I had pretty gnarly back surgery (fused vertebrae, rods, and pins inserted in my spine, etc.). Part of my recovery involved regular check-ups with my surgeon.
I didn’t mind that because the receptionist at his office was way cute. Every time I went in for my check-up, I got the vibe that she was into me. I was too chicken to ask her out so I did some research first. I asked the doctor during one of my visits if he knew if she had a boyfriend.
He pretty much told me he didn’t really get into her personal life. I could respect that. It was their workplace. Fast forward a few weeks. I saw her at a bar and started chatting with her. We sort of hit it off and exchanged numbers before going our separate ways.
We set up a date about a week later to go to the beach. It went well, and she invited me over to her dad’s place. She said that he would be grilling some steaks and had plenty to go around.
Well, when I got to her house, I wanted to be the one on that grill. Who answers the door? My bloody surgeon. I think it was as awkward for him as it was for me. Story credit: Reddit / StrungoutScott