“It's like 10,000 Spoons when all you need is a knife. It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife."

A few weeks ago I went to a birthday party on Lake Minnetonka. It was a great bash… for my friend Margo. Margo’s husband is a doctor doing his residency. Most of his friends are other doctors doing their residencies. At this birthday bash, were all of Margo’s single girlfriends and all of her husband’s single guy friends. (I think they like to think of themselves as ‘informal matchmakers’.)

Everyone was having a great time. It was ANOTHER 90 degree day, but we had the lake to relieve us. We boated, mingled and grilled out. You couldn’t have asked for a better Saturday afternoon.

Throughout the party, everyone made the rounds introducing themselves. I was introduced to two doctors from 'my home state'. I immediately hit it off with one of them. His name is 'Josh'. 'Josh' and I proceeded to talk about where he was from and where I was from. We jabbered away and then we had one of those strange moments. Our eyes locked on each other and a staring contest ensued. It went on for what seemed like a minutes (but it was probably closer to 20 seconds) and then we both turned away as we were interrupted by other conversations. (A connection… hmmm…)

The thing about 'Josh' that stuck out most in my mind, when I met him, was his voice. It was a great voice, deep and clear… (this resident has resonance).

We didn’t get to talk for the rest of the afternoon. Other people were vying for our attention, but periodically we would glance at each other. I was definitely intrigued.

Towards the end of the night, we all went on a boat ride. I sat at the front of the boat and enjoyed the warm breeze in my face. The water was like glass. I scanned the horizon for Mars (it's supposed to be visible to the naked eye) and thought about how wonderful the day had been, when...

(zzzzzzz pudd), A large insect flew directly into my eyeball. "Aaaahhh!" I turned around to avoid more bugs hitting my face.

Margo's husband chuckled, "Bug in your eye Jane? I already swallowed two!"

By the time we got back to shore, my eye was red and irritated. I tried everything I could to clean it out. I looked a mess. Besides a red swollen eye, all my makeup had washed off, I was sunburned and my hair was in snarls from the wind whipping it around. (My eye must have looked bad, because everyone kept commenting on it.)

Josh spoke up. “Do you want me to take a look at your eye in the bathroom?”

I laughed, “You’re an orthopedist, what do you know about eyeballs!”

With his quick wit, he snapped back, “I’m good with eyes, I used to remove them from cadavers in medical school as a side job.”

That wasn’t the response I was expecting to hear, but I thought it was funny. "Well Josh, it sounds like you know what you’re doing. Have at it!”

We went into the bathroom, he inverted my eyelid and flushed the bug out. It was awkward, silly and kind of sweet as we stood in the bathroom together. He repeated the process a few times and eventually my eye cleared up. (It was a moment… a weird one, but definitely a moment.)

All the singles at the party left at the same time. As we walked out to our cars in the driveway, I suggested that we exchange numbers. Josh, Josh’s roommate (Bob), Abby (another single gal) and myself stood in the driveway in the pitch dark typing each other's digits into our phones. Our faces were lit up, reflecting the bluish glow from our cell phones. (It probably looked pretty spooky.)

The next day, I talked to Margo and told her that the four of us (all the singles) planned on hanging out again soon.

Margo asked, “So Jane, what do you think of the visiting residents?”

I joked with her, “Margo, they’re both so cute… I don’t know which one I like better.” (Actually… I knew exactly which one I liked better… Josh!)

Margo was riding in the car with her husband and she repeated what I said to him, then I heard him in the background say, “Tell Jane the choice isn’t that hard, only one of them is single… Josh has a girlfriend.”

My heart sank. (10,000 spoons... crap!)