I went on a date yesterday night. It wasn't so bad. In fact, it was pretty good. Very cute. I'm quite proud that I didn't do something stupid like break down screaming "you're not pickle, you're not pickle."

Not that I was really afraid I would do this, but you never know. I'm a volatile single girl again heh!heh!

I believe he's going to take me to the Italian market next weekend. Going on dates with another chef and notice how I'm not complaining :)