sushi

sushi. literally, we had sushi. on a first date, he took me out for sushi. sushi is delicious, and it's trendy, and it's fun...when you're with a group of friends or family. but it's very unfun on a first date. the thing about sushi is that it is big and messy and gooey and complicated. it's like a food metaphor for a bad relationship...complicated, overly talked about, falls apart easily, and already broken. so when scooty suggested sushi, i casually died. the thought of struggling to cram huge pieces of rice into my mouth and worrying about spilling on my dress, looking like a fool, mispronouncing names of the rolls, and getting food stuck in my teeth, was unappealing and stressful. to put it simply, sushi is a huge commitment and obstacle to climb over on the first date. it seals two people into a "we're okay being awkward together" bound, which is moving way too fast for me. i just can't commit on that level...but i also have a really hard time saying no, so i just smiled and ordered the rolls i wanted and laughed fakely at the weather and told stories about being a teacher. by the time our food arrived, i was over worrying about looking stupid. i could tell scooty wouldn't care...he was the type of guy i could ask out right if there was anything in my teeth and probably pick it out in front of him. in all honesty, the spicest part of the evening was the california roll, and although it wasn't a bad date or a bad evening, no spice is just not allison.