Ever since Sushiguy and I had some blue fin tuna, I hadn't forgotten...it was so good...melted in our mouths. My favourite local Japanese restaurant has it too, but I have not had the courage the spend the money for it, yet. I need a special occasion.

So, yesterday, The Nice American came up to visit. It was a good day. We saw King Kong. OMG, why didn't anyone tell me that movie sucked *so* much ass? The Kong part was cool, but the movie was just so boring. Lots of Naomi shrieking and Kong nostril flaring, but what else was there? Jack Black didn't even cut it for me, either. I even fell asleep at some part. He also helped me out with getting some stuff hung up on my walls. I am so thankful for that, too! I felt bad that his visit was on the lame side.

Friday night, Poola and  I went dancing. That sucked ass, too. We went to that particular club because the place never changes, and we wanted to dance. The cover band got creative with their tunes, and they did way too much talking. And then when the band was taking a break, the DJ was playing songs that were not dance-able, or they were just songs we'd never heard of. We also made the decision that we would not even entertain guys trying to talk/dance with us. We had some great plan to pretend we were deaf, but it didn't really work with people sitting next to us at our table. But for the dance floor, we just turned our backs to anyone who tried to dance with us. And we did do that. We'd face the wall and dance with it or we'd dance to the empty stage. Our trick worked like a charm. Oh, and the club stunk. People had said it before, but I never noticed 'til last night. The smell was a mixture of farts, sewage, and sausage burps.

For the most of the weekend, The Talker and I kept in contact. Last night, we had a ridiculously (in a good way) long phone conversation. I think it was about 7 hours?! He is sounding pretty great at this point. I was supposed to go on a date this afternoon with Fishy Boy. I probably would have kept it if I didn't go to sleep at 7 in the morning.

I phoned him to cancel this morning, but I lied and said I wasn't feeling well. I feel...wrong about that. It's not usually my style. But I just wouldn't have felt right to cancel at the last minute and say I just didn't want to see him. But then that would have been the right thing to do, right? I dunno.

And Newfie Boy and The Father both tried to follow out with their date requests. It took me almost a week to get back to The Father, but I had to tell him that we could still try again for brunch but I couldn't offer him more than friendship at this point. And when Newfie Boy asked me about getting together again, I also told him I could not offer him more than friendship. I need to repeat this "I cannot offer you more than friendship at this point" to at least one more person.

But in all honesty, I can't even offer friendship to these people. I don't need more friends, and I don't want more male friends. The friends I have already are important to me, and guy friends...well, they never want to be just friends. They say they do, but they always try to make a move if they don't have a girlfriend. Or if they do have a girlfriend, I never hear from them again. Not exactly my idea of friendship.

I am definitely not into meeting more new guys right now. 

Hmm, time is running out. I was going to make a few stops before meeting up with The Talker. I was going to pick up some peanuts so I can make my own peanut butter! I am out of peanut butter, and I want to use my Bamix to make some. I was also going to pick up some produce. I guess I can do that later.

I also figured out why my face has been so itchy. The itchy areas are the ones that had the NdYag scan laser treatment. I don't see this dry itchiness as a good sign. I am going to cancel my next appointment and possibley never go for another one of those treatments again!!