So I met my new urologist today, like two hours ago. We had a pretty serious talk about my cock and stuff. (If you’re not a regular here, you may want to read this and/or this first… the ongoing saga.) Anyway, he has agreed to do the vasectomy!! It was rough, he was all like, “maybe you should call me back in 6 months, and if you’re still serious about this, then we’ll do it.” And I was like, “uhhhh… ummm… I’m planning on moving across the country within 6 months.” And he countered with, “how about 3 months?” And then I bluffed: “I respect your code of professional ethics, but I want it done as soon as possible. If you won’t do it, I’ll understand, and I will respectfully move on to another urologist.” (I don’t have any more urologists up my sleeve, and my insurance won’t pay for me to see another one anytime soon.) And then he was like, “Okay, fine, I guess. Let’s do it.” My bluff worked!! So I took down my pants, put my balls in his right hand, and he was all impressed. “Clearly defined tubes,” he said, or something like that.
It’s kinda funny, I saw a poster in the city the other day, it has stuck with me all week. It was this one:
So. As it turns out, this poster saved me today.
Anyway. On August 3rd at 2:45pm-ish, I will be vasectomized.
I’ll be sure to get pictures and/or audio and/or video of this momentous occasion. And if you need me to knock you up, just let me know. I will be booking unprotected-sex appointments until the evening of August 2nd.