Me, the dork at heart
Tonight I brought my man to my favourite restaurant, and I am proud to say I called to make our reservation for two entirely in Japanese.
Takeshi greeted us with his trademark manga-wide smile and we were given a fancy private booth, just because.
I ordered my usual dishes and we ate and talked the evening away, mostly with me reminiscing about my days as a dorky teenager- my teenybopper phase and countless embarrassing experiences.
It's good that I can laugh about that painfully awkward period now and I guess that defined who I am today. (Or as Mellie always say, "If only they knew the truth about you!")
And all is well in Lovesville, I am happy to report.
Labels: food, life, love, memories, photo, tokyo
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