Last night RB took me here for this. Six fights, beers, and a whole lotta yelling. Afterward we went here for heartburn pills - too much beer for RB - and then here for some fat and Pepsi. There goes my no fast food streak. We went back to his house and watched the oh so disappointing Fast and the Furious : Tokyo Drift. Even the promise that Vin Diesel had a small part wasnt enough to keep me interested - til the very end of the fucking movie!, and I ended up falling asleep on his couch sometime around 1:30am. I woke up shortly after 3am and let myself out of his apartment since RB was snoring so loudly, a nuclear blast couldnt have woke him. For the most part, a fun night, but for some reason, still no kissing, cuddling or so much as a hug. He says he's easily scared off. But he's still got a pecker right?