When you first meet someone and she tells you what she does for a living, it’s not uncommon to think about what that means for you.

For example, when I met a man online who was in construction, I thought of all my badly needed home repairs.

When I met someone who was a financial planner, I pondered my retirement planning.

So, when I tell a romantic prospect that I’m an obstetrician and gynecologist, I know exactly what they are thinking about.

Vaginas.

Possibly even my vagina.

I accept this as human nature (everyone, including non-dates, probably thinks of vaginas when they meet an ob-gyn) and part of the gig. Then when I tell a prospect that I recently published a book called “The Vagina Bible,” I get one of two responses.