I’m a junior doctor in a relatively small city and have had some bad luck in my love life. This year, knowing I would be starting a new job in a big university hospital, I was excited to meet lots of new people and hopefully widen my horizons and start dating some new people. I got my first posting and saw that I would be working with a guy called Harry and was frivolously hopeful that this would be the beginnings of a new love story.
Alas, no. When I met Harry on my first day, he was tall and handsome, but married with a daughter. Nonetheless, we got on very well and he was a pleasure to work with. We worked VERY closely together, as in basically just the two of us going around together, and we relied on each other a lot emotionally. We were also placed on call together, so there were times where we were spending 12 hours a day together non stop for two whole weeks. This could have been a nightmare situation, but we had become such good friends that it was easy and we rarely argued.