So the night before last, I wrote my first exam. Afterwards Mothboy IV intended to take me out for sushi like he’d been promising. We were supposed to go out for 8:00 PM. Round about 7:00 PM I started girly primping. I fussed with my hair, I painted my nails (very rare, for me), I did a smokey eye (ooo, fancy!) and all those things it takes to make a woman look good. In all I was ready to go by 8:00 PM.
By 9:00 PM, I was ravanously hungry, so I gave Mothboy IV a call to make sure he hadn’t got caught up in work. Sure enough he’d lost track of time, a more than common experience. So it’s late, maybe he can take me out tomorrow instead? Okay, I agree and hang up and start pulling off bangles and sparklies while throwing together a cabbage soup, since by now I could eat a horse and I needed a fast dinner. I decide not to take my makeup off, and have a candle lit dinner at home with just me. I start debating going out by myself, bad for the budget but I’m good at being self reliant.
By the carrot peeling stage, Mothboy IV sends me a text message announcing he’ll be ‘right over to pick me up’. Baffled, I sort out that he’d changed his mind, we are going out tonight. Only sushi is going to be closed to soon, so my laptop gets comendeered to come up with an alternate venue. All the while I’m feeling as bitchy as heck, I’m hungry, I got stood up, and I’m being jerked around. I’m trying to think happy thoughts and not bite Mothboy’s head off. And he asks me if I’m suffering from PMS ^_^;
Dinner at the Baton Rouge was nothing to write home about. Tuna seared and served raw (sort of sushi?) on salad. Only the sauce they used tasted like Miracle Whip. Yuck!
The moral of the story is that when dating absent minded geniuses, if you want to eat at a reasonable hour, nag.