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Plastic Surgeon In Aisle 2!
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"Inner knees."
All of women's naked insecurities, on display in Sears.
Dr. Rey, 46, smiles benevolently. He loves them just as they are. He thinks God is mean, to make breasts sag the way they do. But sag they do, so help he must. He completed plastic surgery fellowships at Harvard and the University of Tennessee, but is not board-certified in plastic surgery. (Board certification is not legally required to practice specialty medicine.)
And his real qualification here at Sears seems to be the way he looks at you.
"He knows exactly what women want," breathes Relyd Browning of Takoma Park. She's first in line, wearing a black and pink dress for the occasion, accompanied by a husband who will snap her photo when she meets the doctor. "He makes you feel so good inside."
"He's so fiery and passionate," says Stephanie Burres of College Park. "And when he does surgeries for the poor . . ."
"Dr. 90210," which began airing in 2004, focuses on the professional and personal lives of several plastic surgeons, each of whom has a private practice and wealthy clientele in the Los Angeles area. Rey specializes in breast work, liposuction and rhinoplasty, sprinkled with humanitarian projects. In one episode, he traveled to Mexico to repair cleft palates of impoverished children.
Rey exists at the junction of sexy and ridiculous, famous for cutting the sleeves off of his scrubs to better display his biceps. Today, he wears a gray suit and a blue shirt, open halfway to his stomach. His bare chest, smooth and expansive as a billboard, advertises a tangle of silver chains.
His favorite subject, the one he comes back to again and again: "I am obsessed with women."
Loves them. At Sears, he dispenses elaborate messages with each autograph. He swears each one is different.
"I saw that beautiful smile in line and it kept me going," he writes for Dory Wink. "You are gorgeous inside and out. Keep the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7."
Catherine Uruburo, traveling with her young daughter, gets "You are one hot, yummy mommy."




