Since I had reached that age in life and at my wifes urging, we decided that we needed a different and more permanent method of birth control. So, we elected for a vasectomy. Our doctor gave us a referral to a urologist , and we headed in for our initial consultation.

The initial consultation went well. The doctor explained the procedure and asked if we had any questions. When we were finished with our questions, the receptionist set us up with an appointment.

I say ‘us’ because Kathy needed to come along as my designated driver. This made me uncomfortable. While I understood why I needed a driver, it still bothered me that this simple and harmless procedure might leave me temporarily incapable of operating an automobile.

When the appointed day arrived, I was driven by my wife to the office building. My wife then led me down the hall and into the office. I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Once in the office, the doctor led me to the examination room.

I had expected doctor to give me one of those backless gowns and to leave the room while I got undressed. But instead, helped me get undressed.

Having the doctor undress me seemed a little strange. But things got even stranger when he started shaving me.

Looking down, I could see that special gleam in his eyes and I was reasonable sure that he wasn’t thinking about a boat payment. Reviewing his general mannerism, his glee at undressing me and the way he was caressing me, the man was gay. In fact, the only thing that the man didn’t do was kiss it and make it all better.

When he was finished, he told me to get dressed and then left the room. I figured that he would want to help me get dress too but he didn’t. I guess the thrill was gone and I was being left like a cheap date in a sleazy motel. At least he didn’t slap me on the butt and tell me I was great.