Awesome Date, and Flying Fish Eggs

I had the most awesome date tonight. An amazing woman (T) and I went to Shogun. We got a little sushi, and had lots of good conversation. I got Flying Fish, which I thought it would be similar to her order of tuna. It was not. It wasn't the meat of the flying fish, but the eggs. I was hesitant but tried not to show it...you know how I am. I try to keep my facade...calm, undaunted, unshaken. But this was the second biggest task of the night. The first being meeting such a beautiful woman for dinner. I made a minor fool of myself...too much wasabi all at once. I was trying to cover the texture of the little eggs. They crunched and broke apart in your mouth like little bitty paintballs--emitting a salty liquid. It really wasn't a bad flavor at all. I probably would not get it again. T seemed not to notice except (how could she not) when I had to run to the bathroom. I got some wasabi on my finger, then when I started crying due to eating a bit too much I rubbed my eye, which promptly caught on fire! I had to flush it out.

I got back to the table and we talked about movies (she likes horror!) and music (we share some of the same interests--but I think she might come hear me do karaoke sometime). We also talked a lot about our families. She hinted that with the help of a friend of mine named Jose Cuervo, that she might dance with me. She said she was very nervous. I can't fathom anyone being nervous over me. Well I was pretty nervous too, but then I think I hide it well...not just from other people, but (the trick) from myself. I think we are definately going to go see The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I made the mistake of watching the preview when I got home. I'm officially creeped out!

After dinner, we walked down to Starbucks to have coffee. They also had checkers at Starbucks. I don't really want to talk about the checkers we played, and I'm not saying I let her win either... Infer as you wish. (ok. she not only beat me, but badly) T has a wonderful laugh. She has a natural beauty. She has a good soul...a kind soul. I can tell these things and I am seldom far off. I knew she was nervous. When are date ended I asked for a hug. I got two. I didn't want to make T any more nervous than she already was, but in retrospect, I wish I would have told her how beautiful she is.