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Millyeggs
23 / F / Bisexual / Available
Pelican Rapids, Minnesota
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My Dream Date
Sep 23, 2012
You pull up on your vintage honda motorcycle promptly at 5:00. You're wearing a michael jackson inspired leather jacket, and aviator's helmet, and dirty jeans. You've brought me a bouquet of hastily picked flowers from your neighbor's garden. You have a perfect night planned out. Dinner at some chic urban vegan eatery, tickets to a community theater comedy, and then a midnight stroll in your favorite wooded park (you even packed a blanket and a bottle of wine).
You knock on the door and you think you feel a rain drop, but no, it couldn't be....
My shirtless hairy room mate opens the door and immediately starts asking you about your stance on some political issue. I wake up from my nap and realize you're here. I thought you were going to be here at 6:00. I frantically start digging through my laundry for something semi clean and presentable to put on. And then I hear a momentous thunder rumble. I put on my dirty patched up travelin pants and my favorite t-shirt.
"Good evening, I'm sorry I thought you would be here at six."
The rain begins to pour
"Well no matter, because we may be stuck here for a while." you say with a smile, "I'd hate to have your fabulous hair do ruined by riding on the back of a motor cycle in the rain."
So we sit and talk and make tea and it is still raining. We watch our favorite shows on adult swim and drink a beer and its still raining. We have sushi-2-go delivered and drink 2 more beers and its still raining, but we don't care. Then you say
"I came prepared for just such occasion." and you produce a small clear glass bottle with a dropper in in it.
We both take two drops and then put on our own play, make a blanket fort, go get sopping wet in the rain, draw all over ourselves, levitate and hug the floor at the same time and talk to sprites....
We finally pass out in eachother's arms as the sun is rising. Then we wake up and go to Waffle house.
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