Dinner date

I know a few days have passed since I provided an update – sorry about that! But, I have a really good one! We text a line or two every day which is nice – not too clingy, but we know the other one is not dead in a ditch somewhere (didn’t someone’s mother used to say that or was that mine? Phil or Rachel?). And then there is that dinner thing I agreed to this Saturday or is that next Saturday or Saturday week? I can’t keep up with the lingo down here so let’s just go with the 29th. He said Japanese Steakhouse and I said I love sushi and the dinner was born. I’m going to have to find out on Google (because I can’t “Google it” since Google is not a verb and they will write you a letter about that – no joke) if there is in fact sushi at that particular one because the shrimp in the beginning does not count – they throw it in their hat – I can’t eat out of a hat – it’s too tall. I guess I’ll have to start thinking about what to wear and the whole 9 yards. How exhausting. And I hope he knows since it is only the second time I am meeting him in the personal sense that I am driving my little ‘ole self separately to that Japanese Steakhouse. I’m not ready yet to co-mingle car breathing. That’s very personal. Just like using the same ranch dressing scoop at a salad bar. You just don’t do that right away. Or well, I guess some people do – but we aren’t some people.