Well bags, at least you’re not boring.

I said “finally” as in when it finally happens. If it happens. Or whatever. And by hook up I didn’t mean sex.

True story.

I once went out with this infectious disease doctor. I met her at an embassy party at the German Embassy. Her name was Jane Woo. Or Wu. Not sure.

Anyway, we had “sex” several times. Each time, it was exactly the same. She’d go down on me, but before she did, she would ask “Do you have herpes”. I swear, she did this every time, about 7-10 times. Apparently herpes can go through a condom, she explained. But we never used condoms. Maybe she went to conference on it recently? Anyway, after that, I would finger bang her, because she wouldn’t let me go down on her or have intercourse with her. Too scared of infectious diseases, the infectious disease specialist.

Also, sometimes after I came in her mouth, she would go “Are you sure you don’t have herpes?” And awkwardly, I’d assure her I didn’t.

One of the most bizarre people I’ve ever dated.

When I got my TB, Hepatitis A, and other immunizations to go to Asia, I called her up. They give you all the needles full of the immunizations but they want to charge a ton for a nurse practitioner to stick you. So I called up Jane Woo, she came over to my place, administered four shots (you were supposed to wait in between them, but whatever). Then, finally, we had sex. Even though I was then CRAWLING with infectious diseases. Last time I saw her. We had sushi that night (tying it in with the previous posters).

Weird, weird girl.

That is, with all due respect, a heartwarming story.

Jesus fucking christ, 40 pages? Sushi? Herpes?

TB and hepatitis A are curable. Herpes isn’t.

See, now that’s what I’m talking about. We need more posts in this thread about hooking up, not more posts about not hooking up.

Sushi dates are awesome dates, alcohol not even required. But helping some cute chickie poo learn how to use chopsticks = both people having fun = THE WIN.

Sake never hurts, though.

GODDAMNIT IT WITH THE BOOZE, GARY!

(although I agree)

I don’t like the warm stuff so much, but that really good chilled milky unfiltered stuff? Bliss.

To derail this thread a bit…

CORN COB TIP!
Take your hot corn, squeeze lime juice onto it, then slather with mayonnaise. It’s absolutely delicious!

Sake is good, because it goes down easy and gets you trashed quickly. That’s why I take all my first dates to sushi ba---- er, nevermind.

I just vomited in my mouth a little.

PHILISTINE! You have to try it, it’s so tasty! I dare you!

…you’re not a supertaster are you?

Forget the mayonnaise.

Cojita cheese and cayenne pepper is the way to enjoy a properly grilled corn cob.

We’ve done it at home a few times. Making the rice is a bit of a chore as Ryan said, but you just need to follow the recipe (and having a steamer/rice cooker helps). Getting the rolls nice and tight just takes practice. My biggest problem is ruining the roll when I’m cutting it, but that’s partly due to our crappy not-so-sharp knives. Having a good knife is key. (It apparently should be wet when you cut the roll too, at least according to the sushi-making class we took at our local Japanese restaurant.)

We usually use avocado and smoked salmon and cucumber in our rolls, but the local fish market does have a giant slab of tuna in the fridge in the back which they’ll give you a chunk of when you ask for “sushi tuna”.

I had a Red Sox roll in Boston a year or two ago … I think it had cream cheese and surimi sticks in it maybe? Something in it was red, at least.

And back on-topic, I’m pretty sure extarbags won’t die a lonely old teetotaling goat. I can definitely see similarities between early-twenties me and present-day him (barring the supertasting and not-drinking), and I eventually figured things out.

I haven’t tried this, but I fully intend to when I make it to the US in 10 days :)

The “Brooklyn roll” varies, but most of the time it is a standard roll but filled with those little tempura crunchies/crumbles as well as fish.

Also, alcohol is God’s own adulterant, Mistar Bags.