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My good friend, who we'll call dr. medic, not because that was his name, but because he was equally as cringy as his herewith namesake, and because I think it's funny to associate this with him, was a chaste lad even into his early twenties. Some might have called him a virgin, and I think that looking back on the experience he may well have preferred a greater degree of volunteer upon his keeping, not losing, his celibacy, on account of the great and heartfelt remorse he has expressed to me at the degree of volunteer with which he because un-celibate.
As it were, dr. medic was a particularly good friend of mine who had come to room with me after finding comfortable employment at the same location as I. We had known each other for a long time, and often spent the weekends together, along with a motley assortment of friends and acquaintences. Being that he was kind of a bitch, and had no success with women, I had anticipations of a rather tranquil and comraderous experience.
It is with great shame I admit my culpability for my part in introducing my friend to the great peril he would come to find. On a fateful February 14th, I had just finished using a dating site a more Chadous acquaintence of ours had recommended me to find a lonely, dumpy asian girl to play starcraft brood war with, and upon hearing my exchange with the uncharacteristicly joyous chittering sounds emitted by the human termite, dr. medic was curious enough to ask me where I had found such a companion for the night of lovers. And I told him.
Unfortunately, dr. medic's social graces were beneath even my questionable ones. He was awkward, cowardly, and 170cm and weighed but 50kg. But after several weeks of searching, he apparently found a girl who would have him.
