Doctors who are writers. (Or is it the other way around?) Anton Chekhov, Milan Kundera and Ethan Canin. Pam Houston can keep her cowboys: these are my weakness.
I tell you, I always dreamed of opening the door to my Mystery Date to a guy with a stethoscope around his neck and a quill in his hand.
This is a man who can heal you physically and spiritually. A man who can take your pulse and raise it at the same time. A man who understands the intricacies of Celiac disease—and knows his way around a thesaurus.
You can keep your lawyer/writers, like Scott Turow, or your veterinarian/writers, like James Herriot. Give me the literary physician.