UPDATE: DOCTOR RESURFACED

So, the Doctor resurfaced after having worked 14 consecutive 19 hour days in a row, followed by one rousing 32 hour day which he said caused him to feel like he was going to vomit and then die. Once he recovered, the text messages started. And became yummier and dirtier and yummier. Why, oh, why do I let the Doctor tempt me? We made no plans. He did not attempt to ascertain openings in my schedule nor did he let me know when he'd be free ... but still I texted. Texted and texted into the night. Fun, naughty texts.

I post this not because I consider this a date but rather because I invite readers to comment on this little situation. The Doctor is the only person who is still around from my 2008 dating adventures. I feel that he is working a ton, not getting any action, and I am a responsive and convenient outlet for his random, raunchy desires. I know this. I have no illusions that at some point in 20 years I'll be telling my kiddies how Daddy ad Mommy used to stay up nights tempting each other with dirty desires and stories, practically daring each other to just leave their respective apartment and show up, unannounced on the other's doorstep ready and willing to get freaky. Surely not.

I'm also posting this because I feel the need to just put it out there. Because the story of the Doctor, though interrupted, random and seemingly nonsensical, seems to have a life of it's own, beyond my control and will hopefully result in another meeting sometime soon. I also feel the need to make a prediction here. I predict that I will see the Doctor one more time. Only once before he moves to whatever other city he plans to call home where he will fulfill his dream of becoming a fantastic pediatrician, meet a small cute blonde woman, make her Mrs. Dr. and live happily ever after. Seeing him once more is enough for me. I hope that I can.