On the issue of finding hot, eligible men- I am not quite sure what was up with those four women from the long running New York based HBO TV show. The one that we... never dare speak it's name... since it sold out with the saccharin big screen version.
Anyway, they should have just hung out on 7th Avenue between W13th and 12th. There are more hot male doctors on that block than you can shake a tongue depression stick at and it's only a stone's throw away from The Pleasure Chest. It's just good planning to have your future love and a great sex shop within walking distance.
Specifically the places to frequent are Subway Sandwiches and Duane Reade. Always docs in there from St Vincents, wearing scrubs, no doubt fresh from saving the lives of babies and dealing with multiple G.S.W's.
It's too late for me girls and boys. I married a man who works in media accounting. The only thing he saves is budget costs on a PDF.
I suggest you get yourself a $5 footlong and a pack of Advil and go meet your future husband.
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April 20th UPDATE.
As an addendum to this post St Vincent's closed shortly after I wrote this. Now I cannot walk by for fear I placed some hot doctor arse curse on it. Aside from the sadness for NY's singles, the hospital has been a major part of the community in the West Village for 160 years. Efforts are now underway to try and save it.
It would also make The American happy, his general paranoia was eased by having a hospital on our doorstep.
Say a little prayer for St Vincents and all it's doctors, whether they are hot or not.
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