Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


The promise of a nice romantic evening ruined.

We were supposed to go out for Indian Food. Nice, quiet evening. Were going to pick up movies afterwards.

Oops, no can't do that. Dan can't come pick up Daniel. Now I have to drive him to Southwest Plaza, an hour away at this time of day. By the time I get back it will be 6:30. No time to shower, drive across town and wait for food. It'd be freaking 8:00 by then. It's not Dan's fault, he's working and he never has any idea what his next call will be.

I just need a clone. Someone to drive Daniel to Southwest Plaza so I can take a shower and look nice for my guy.

Not happening.

Dammit. My romance level just went straight in the toilet.


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