He had short ribs; I had bibimbap. Then we went to H Mart so he could get yogurt (he eats a quart of that stuff for breakfast… with this crazy breakfast sandwich that has four eggs, bacon, and sausage), apples, and some snacks. We ate green tea flavored ice cream mochi. The flour got everywhere so we looked like we were doing cocaine in his car. I wanted to rub some of it under my nose to complete the make believe scenario, but I didn’t want to make too much of a mess.
Nice guy. I still like him.
And he said he’d like to see me again on Friday.
Three dates in a week. I guess he likes me too. Holy shit, bruh.