Where am I right now, you might ask? Sitting on my couch, in my bathrobe, face made up, hair done, perfume delicately spritzed in all the appropriate areas. Not with the Doctor. Where is he right now, you might ask? Well, I don't know exactly but I can only guess that he's stuck at the hospital because there has been some sort of medical catastrophe that must be dealt with in an urgent fashion. I received a text about an hour ago which said "I'm wrecking our night - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Aw, isn't that sweet?
No shit, Sherlock!!! But how can one really fault the Doctor for being late/cancelling/changing plans at the last minute? I mean to do so would be to say that you and the possibility of nookie are more important than the fragile life of someone else. And no date, no night out, no nookie session is ever worth more than someone else's life. Right? And that's why being a Doctor sucks. And that's why trying to date a Doctor sucks a fattie. Especially when he's cute. Oh, so cute with hipster glasses. And a very creative and flirtatious sexy texter.
Dammit. Gotta go. My baked potato is ready. Woohoo. Big night in date city.
PS. Truthfully, I'm being a little over-dramatic here. I'm certainly disappointed that I won't be presented with the possibility of getting some Doctor ass tonight, but do have a second date with BEST DATE EVER (see 1/28/09) tomorrow...and I can hardly wait to hear his beautiful voice again...
PPS. Though the likelihood of this night being salvaged is slim to none, I hereby reserve the right to return to this post and edit as necessary.

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