love in the time of chlamydia

Last weekend I went out for tapas and booze with the female residents in my class. We had a lot of fun. Three of us were single, and one was married. Our waiter was a hottie so the married resident (a.k.a FB: Future Breeder) got it in her head to fix A up with him. A is muslim and has every intention of marrying within her own ethnicity and faith, but I guess she has no objection to spending time with a hot waiter. The poor guy must have sensed something was up because he started looking flustered each time he approached our table.

As our friend K became more and more drunk, she began monopolizing the conversation with her single gyno-girl angst. She is upset because she is about to turn 30 (horrors!) with no marriage prospects. To make matters more complicated, she is Korean-American and has her heart set on marrying a Korean boy. Not Chinese, like her last two boyfriends, but Korean. She wants the comfort of being with someone who understands Korean language and culture.

Naturally FB, a Mexican girl married to a very cute and reasonably P.C. white boy, urged K to consider dating outside her race. I had to agree. While interracial dating is not my favorite personal pastime, it made sense for K to broaden her applicant pool. Either that or get her parents involved in helping her hook up with a nice Korean boy.

After we paid the check, three of us left and FB stayed behind to tell the waiter that A liked him. Five minutes later, she came running out of the restaurant, waiving a napkin and shouting "Success!! Success!!" James the hot waiter liked A as well and had written his number on a napkin for her.

A fine example of how the aggression of Ob/Gyn residents can be used for good instead of evil.