Warning: This post might make boys squeamish. I’m a little squeamish about it myself.

I will search high and low for the perfect pair of square-toed, sling-back, wedged heel, black shoes for less than $40. I’ll hit up every Ross, TJ Maxx and Marshall’s in a 30-mile radius. I will search online — but not buy, because shoe sizes and comfort can be fickle — and I will travel great distances to find the perfect shoe.

My search for a hairdresser is different. The quality of a haircut is more important to me than the quality of my shoes, so my price range is more flexible. I will be ever faithful to my hairdresser. I found her a few weeks ago! She laughed at my jokes, massaged my neck with oil, gave me a glass of wine and trimmed my hair nicely. The extra $5 I spent on her was well worth it, and even though some of my hair fell into my wine glass, I still enjoyed it (hey, the hair was clean). Bottoms up!

Speaking of which, here’s my point: When I search for a lady’s doctor — ahem, gynecologist — I do it all wrong. I log on to my insurance provider’s Web site, search for a woman doctor within 10 miles of my house, and I make an appointment. My most important and personal yearly appointment, and I set it in a few clicks!

It’s no wonder that all of my gynecologists (I’ve moved several times since I started seeing one) have been a cold, harsh disappointment. It’s the one time I wouldn’t mind a little small talk. Please, warmly mention the weather, ask me about my job or even lambaste the Broncos! I’ll pretend to know who Josh McDaniels is. Let’s chit-chat a little.

My most recent yearly visit was a few weeks ago, and it was as impersonal as it was uncomfortable. Aside from the actual examination, the room I sat in for 45 minutes was run-down, with the counter top peeling off. That’s disheartening. But now I feel like I have to make this work. It seems slutty of me to go around town trying to find a good doctor.

Here’s my solution. A Web site called, Your Gynecologist Exposed! It will be a searchable site with everything from the decor of the examination rooms, to each doctor’s favorite comedian, religion and average length of nails. Then us women could make informed decisions based on our priorities and preferences.

Or they could just serve wine in the waiting room. That would help too.