that cool, witty girl who kills it in bed.

Hanging on the door to Mindy's (shared) office or passed around the room in her class is a brightly colored cardboard box labeled 'Sex Questions' in flowy script.

Anonymous questions will be answered or discussed at the next meeting of Mindy's class!

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Mindy had take-out and a bottle of red wine and she was ready for the Golden Globes. Well, the Golden Globes on TV. Not the real thing. It was Mindy's lifelong dream to date, if not a celebrity, at least someone who worked behind the scenes on an award show, but so far she didn't have any leads. She'd once asked out a guy purely because he shared a name with someone whose name she recognized from the credits at the end of the Oscars, but it turned out to be a coincidence.

As a consequence, tonight she was going to be watching the show from her apartment. There were upsides to that, like the fact that she could do it in her pajamas and while snacking on Thai food. She cradled her phone between her ear and the couch and dialed Gwen's number so they could watch it together.

She got a little loud after a while. It was the wine. And the excitement of the evening.

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Well, it looked like all of Mindy's problems were solved forever.

After years as a high-profile doctor at a big Manhattan hospital, balancing work and dating, this year she gave it all up to move to Haiti on a service trip.

It turned out that Haiti wasn't that different from New York City, except that not as many people screamed at you and it smelled much better. But the best part for Mindy was being there with her boyfriend Casey, a cool, hot minister. During the day, Mindy gave medical aid to people in need, and at night, she and Casey swapped stories and watched Haiti's best reality show from their tent: the real houseflies of Port-au-Prince.

Meanwhile, Mindy was able to keep up with her life back home thanks to an old form of email called mail. Her colleagues from Shulman and Associates back in New York sent care packages full of snacks and dandruff shampoo (though she suspected that Jeremy was stealing some peanut butter cups), and though she felt a little guilty about leaving the practice, she just hoped they weren't falling apart without her.

Normally, she didn't miss New York at all, except for the wi-fi and the fast food and the expedient means of communication. But sometimes she did, like when her boyfriend woke her up at five a.m. to see the Haitian sunrise from a tree that had not been easy to climb.

( ''It looks like a douche ad.'' )

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( ''I could die while we're doing it or something.'' )

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( ''Can we get some jello in here?'' )

{ from S2E01 "all my problems solved forever" and the first of three establishy posts.  NFI & NFB, but OOC is welcome! }

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