potstickers

i made gyoza for the bf last night.

it's the only thing i can confidently make, without a recipe, without fail.

one batch yields about 35 gyoza, so i thought there would be plenty for leftovers.

except i underestimated the bf and there were zero left.

afterwards, we snuggled and watched the british version of the office, guffawed.

during, i made an attempt to get him into my office, but he demurred. it's so funny because when we watch something together, he's all 'soph, i'm trying to watch' and i'm all, 'hit pause, baby, hit pause!' when i'm ready, pretty much anything can wait.

after my fourth try, he laughed and asked, 'have you ever not made the first move with anyone?'

'no!' i yelled, and humped his leg.

and then i realized it was true. with guys i've seriously dated, well, guys in general, i have made the first move.

[with the physical move, that is. i hardly ever ask guys out. but once a guy asks me out and i accept, i assume we are both interested. am i wrong?]

mostly because i like to get caught up in the moment. and i like kissing. and i'm impatient.

and also because i like to make it easy for boys. or maybe, okay fine, i'm just easy. or am i? wink.