Oiishi

I went out for dinner with my boyfriend tonight. We went to this small Japanese/sushi place downtown that we'd been to before.

The first time we went, he refused to get sushi because he's the pickiest eater ever and is extremely stubborn. So I ordered sushi (tempura cali, always) and he got Pad Thai. The waitress asked him what level of spiciness he wanted between 1 and 10. He, like me, doesn't like spicy foods so he figured 4 would be a safe bet. With 4, we couldn't take one bite without our eyes watering. I don't even WANT to know what 10 is like.

Tonight when we went he ordered sushi (tempura cali, I've converted him muahaha) and I ordered the Pad Thai with NO spices. He hasn't mastered chopsticks yet, so he had to ask for a fork. He is like double my size and I ate so much more than him. I told him I could totally take him in an eating contest, no doubt. Said contest may be happening Tuesday, I'll keep you posted.

Anyways, where was I going with this? Hm, whatever.

OH! Ok, I remember.

My absolute dream guy is half Asian (blue eyes running on one side of the family ideally but you know, whatever) who has an Australian accent. So we get talking with our waitress and she mentions that the cook tonight is Bruce, who is half Asian half Australian. Right when she said that my boyfriend looks at me and starts laughing and said to the waitress "Oh, you shouldn't have told her that". So I compose myself until the waitress walks away and I freeeeak out. My dream guy was in the same building as me. What are the freaking odds? I know, I KNOW. I should've bought a lottery ticket or something.

Afterwards we went to Dairy Queen and bought an ice cream cake and ate it. Grossly filling but so delicious.

Je t'aime plus qu'hier, moins que demain.