Which Medical School Was This?

Submitted by Brianna:

Gary was a medical student who I had met through mutual friends. He seemed somewhat arrogant, but after some persuasion from a friend, I agreed to go out with him for a dinner date.

He called every girl he had ever dated, “Whore cunts.” He compared his bowel movements to “Evacuating after Hurricane Katrina,”  and to prove that he was looking for more than a one-night stand (like I cared at this point), he showed me an e-mail that he had sent to a girl in which he asked her to be his girlfriend. He then produced her response e-mail.  Shockingly, her answer was no.

He told me that he had a couple of dates with a girl who had a colostomy bag. He claimed to really like her, but, “You know she liked it up the butt.”

I replied, “I’m sorry?”

“Well, she had colon cancer. Only people who take it up the ass get colon cancer.”

I said, “My father had colon cancer last year.”

He leaned into the table and motioned to me like he had a secret to confess. “Your dad’s a fag.”

Astounded, I replied, “Excuse me?”

“Your dad's a closet homo. Your mom probably knows. He takes it up the ass.”

After the urge to punch him in his face subsided, I told him that I needed to go, and we left.

Out on the street, I started to say goodbye and hightail it out of there when he said, “Let me take you home.  My car is right here.”

“No thanks, I like the walk.”

He said, “It’s okay, I don’t want you walking at night.”

“Oh, it’s fine," I said "It’s totally safe. I walk at night all the time."

“I am not letting you walk home alone,” he demanded.

“And I’m not getting in your car.”

With that, I turned around and got out of there as fast as I could. On the walk home, I called the friend who set me up for this and told her that under no circumstances was she to convince me to go out with anyone I had doubts about ever again.