A little while back I went out with Mr. Smarty Pants. He was working on his graduate degree in Psychology and from our brief time emailing (I think we only exchanged one or two emails) he seemed like an interesting fellow to meet.
Another friend once introduced me to the idea that you should wonder what it would be like to kiss someone within say the first 15 minutes of meeting them...otherwise it means that you probably don't and won't have physical chemistry. I kinda think he might be on to something. Anyway, needless to say, I wasn't wondering what it would be like to kiss Mr. Smarty Pants within the first 15 minutes however we were having a rather interesting conversation.........until........I started feeling like I was in a lecture class in school. I realized that at some point Mr. SP had gotten up on his soap box and was talking at me on all sorts of subjects that he was an expert on. It wouldn't have been too bad except it went on for quite a while...and then he started on his opinions on various psychiatric issues.
By now I was mulling over exit strategies in my head while nodding in agreement to whatever he was ranting about. His conversation (can you call in conversation when it's completely one-sided?) turned to psychiatric disorders and the importance of pharmaceutical treatment.........and suddenly I blurted out that I have bipolar disorder and have refused medication for years. There was a brief moment of silence (which was nice) and then he looks at me and says "You really should be on medication."
I wasn't sure if that was an insult, suggestion, or his "professional" opinion because I really just threw it out there as my means of exiting study hall. I do have to say that this was the first time (on a first date) that someone told me that I should be medicated....usually it takes them a little longer to come to that conclusion.
No, there was no second date.
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