See this guy? He's not a doctor but he plays one on TV.
In a moment, he's going to place those paddles on a patient.
I think I could use his services on the men I've been dating lately. They all seem to have had their heart stopped (or even worse, ripped out) by their ex-wives/ ex-girlfriends/ ex-housekeepers.
Much like a critical patient laying unconscious on an ER stretcher, these guys are in no condition to be out walking about with non-patients and going out on dates as if they're whole.
But they do.
And I'm not a doctor. I don't even play one on TV. I could manage a little mouth-to-mouth but that's about the extent of my medical training.
So we all know how this ends. Things are DOA before the entrees.
Which is a pitty. Because I was really looking forward to dessert.