An open letter to the (hot) doctors at my job

Dear Gentlemen,

Why don’t you ever hit on me? For 2 years and 8 months I have pranced around the hospital and medical school, and for 2 years and 8 months I’ve been ignored. We’ve crossed paths in the library, cafeteria, laboratory, hallway, and various seminars without one word ever being shared. I’ve seen my female coworkers and yours. While there are absolutely a handful of pretty women in white coats, we can all firmly attest that I am one of the more attractive young women here. But alas, nothing. Why not ask me my name, say hello, or simply flash friendly smile? I get that you’re busy, but where else are you going to meet women? I firmly believe men should always make the first move, so I’ll just pout at my desk in the meanwhile.