Boy was I wrong.
He was thrilled to see me, made jokes -and was the most professional person on earth. I even felt comfortable enough to ask some questions. He was great. Although he felt compelled to tell me that whatever we talked about would never leave the room. Im sure he did this since his wife and I are friends and would not want me worrying that my gyno history would come up over nuggets and waffle fries. I actually inquired about what I like to call....a little "snip snip" down there. Labiaplasty is what the pros call it. I can barely say it without clenching my jaw. Snip Snip just flows. Anyhow I asked -and he said that it was ok - since the Dr. I had in mind to do it was someone he trusts. I did get the "you're beautiful -you do not need it" lecture, but he was supportive. I will one day have to get drunk and blog about this insecurity of mine - because its way too hard to discuss sober. Only my closest friend knows how I feel about it - and even then it was hard to tell someone.
Anyhow -the point was - I really misjudged this whole thing. I wasted a ton of nervous energy and had sweaty palms all morning. The guy is a pro. I was a moron to think that it would be anything but.
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