Like…How sorry can I be? I've really slacked off, and for that I apologize. Just as a little side note, I may or may not be using some of the winners as dates. One of the main reasons I'm not is because my computer crashed (along with my email) and I lost it all. I don't have any of your information and I don't want to spend to long in his horrible bad dating life. So let's see where the road less taken takes us huh?

Mark had been standing outside his own front door for about eight minutes now. To go in, or not to go in. He didn't want to have to face Roger and Mimi after his date. Especially when they were so happy together. What was wrong with him?! Before Mark could compose his masculinity tears carved a path down his cheek. Couldn't god throw him a bone, just once? A small ghost of a sob escaped his chapped lips and he rested the broad of his forehead against the cold metal door, willing himself to evaporate right there.

Suddenly, said door Mark's head was resting on swung open and Mark stumbled into the room. Cheeks damp with tears and red with shame, Mark looked up into the sympathetic face of Heather Lane, Maureen's girlfriend.

"Heather?" Mark choked, wiping a tear away with the back of his hand, "What are you doing here?"

"I could say the same for you. What's wrong?"

"Well first of all I live here, and second of all nothing is wrong." He spat the last phrase out and marched to the desolate kitchen. "Why are you here?" He murmured softly.

"Roger needed some help." Heather nodded toward the couch.

Mark had been in such an upheaval that he didn't notice Roger sitting on the couch, his head in his hands looking as if he himself would just like to die right there.

"Roger," Mark was at his side in a second, "What happened? Where is Mimi? Is everything okay?"

Roger looked at him through worried eyes, "Mimi left."

X

"What?" Mark cried, "Why would she leave? Is everything going to be okay? Was it just a petty fight?"

"Mark," Roger said slowly, "Mimi called off the wedding."

Slack jawed Mark stared at him in disbelief. No, no. This couldn't be happening. Oh god no. Mark would gladly remain single the rest of his life and have to suffer through horrible dates, as long as Roger and Mimi got to be together. They were…perfect for each other.

Placing a hand on Roger's, now trembling shoulder Mark said in low tones, "What happened, tell me."

"I told Mimi I didn't want children."

Mark blinked at him a few times, "She didn't know you don't want kids?"

Roger shrugged, "It never really came up."

"Why don't you want kids?"

Roger jumped to his feet in rage, "Hello, earth to Mark! We have AIDS. We are going to die. Our children would have AIDS and they would also, die."

"Is that the only reason you don't want kids?"

Roger's shoulders slumped a bit as he muttered, "No."

"Then what?"

"I'd be a bad father."

"Don't say that!" Mark cried rushing to his side again.

"The truth is Mark," Roger paused a moment, "I really do want kids. I want five."

"Roger, have you ever considered adopting?"

Roger looked at Mark through red rimmed eyes, "No. But either way, they would still end up parentless after Mimi and I are…"

He didn't have to finish the sentence. They all knew how it ended.

"Adopt an older child, you still have many good years left on you. Don't sell yourself short."

Roger perked up a bit, "I'm going to find Mimi. I can't live without her, Mark."

Mark looked at him sympathetically, "I know."

After Roger grabbed his coat and left in a fury of passions, Mark turned to Heather, who was sitting there with a bewildered look in her eyes.

"And I thought I was the psychiatrist." She said.

"Sorry," Mark sat next to her, "I just know Roger. Why are you here though?"

"Maureen and I stopped by to say hello, and found him like this."

"Maureen?" Mark craned his head, "Where is she?"

"She ran off to find Mimi, and left me here with Roger. Now tell me, Mark. What is wrong with you?"

Mark proceeded to tell her about the dating service and how he just felt like he would never find anyone. He felt useless, worn, and spent.

Heather regarded him with curiosity, only interrupting to ask a question or two for clarification before she made her analysis.

"Mark, you know why this isn't working for you? Because you aren't letting fate do it's work. I've heard the story about Mimi and Roger, Collins and Angel. Notice one thing in common about all of them? Pure chance. Accidental. What are the chances Collins could get mobbed so close to where Angel had set up his drum? And Mimi's candle? Sure, some of it she set up, but still the mere fact that neither of them was looking for love. Love found them. And love will find you. Just be patient, sit back and eventually you'll see. But pay attention still, you don't want Mrs. Right to walk by and for you to miss her!"

They talked for a while more, and as Mark shut the door behind her one thought rang through his head, "Heather is really pretty…"

And bam. That's it. Just for fun though, here is a triva question just for your enjoyment.

TRIVA: What two American presidents (whom were both rivals) both died on the exact same day, and only hours apart? (Give me the date also)