Damn you, Doctor!
In my defense: he started it. Last night, he told me: I'm in California, and miss you.
And then I told him that I'm here and wearing heels and thanks because I was then thinking of him.
And then he started flirting.
And then I asked if he was drunk (it being only 7pm in California and all did throw me off). And it seems he was. But then he said: I miss you at lots of sober times, too.
I miss you at lots of sober times, too.
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