First Mission With The Marine
Last night The Marine and I went on our first date. We met at a little Vietnamese restaurant that he swore was the most authentic Vietnamese food he could find in the city. When I walked in and saw that I was the only white person, I knew he was serious.
The Marine lived in Vietnam years ago, so he actually knew what everything on the menu was beyond “chicken” and “noodle.” I told The Marine I trusted his taste and he could order whatever he thought was good. When the waitress came over The Marine started talking to her in Vietnamese, which impressed me, the sucker that I am for all things foreign. I liked that he chose a place for the authenticity and not the big prices, because the food he chose was excellent. I couldn’t identify a damn thing on the whole table, but that didn’t stop me. We ate and talked for hours.
