  Ok, so the Chinese food was deceiving, because the dumplings that we had, pre-entree, were really delicious and I thought to myself, "What a delightful Chinese dining experience this will be! " Then, I got my rice and ribs and the rice smelled like dirty dog feet which just ruined the whole meal. I was forced to toss it in my trash receptacle and now the stench is wafting towards me in tiny dog feet puffs. Gross. So yeah, Patrick totally pissed me off today because, once again, he stuck his hands down his pants and then rubbed my face.
He does this all the time, like I really want his nastiness tainting my visage. I don't know what he does with his hands when they're down there, so I can only imagine the menagerie of fluids that get caught between his fingers and under the nails. Man, stop rubbing that stuff on me! Gives me the vapors. Also, he has to stop with the shameless flirting. He is unstoppable when it comes to waiters and real estate agents. You know when you start making a chino tent while you are on the phone with the realtor, you got problems. 
