Pearl Harbour in my stomach

ooooooooooh my tummy hurts so bad.

I ate at the food court at Masonville Mall on tuesday. I had wrangled my friend/babysitter to come with me and we were dead starving. I got a strawberry julius, the sexiest drink ever and I also got some Japanese teriyaki chicken thing from an unnamed place. (I am sure if you have ever frequented this mall you know where i am talking about).

About 4 hours later I got so sick it is amazing I am still alive. I think i vomited out my liver. I am still feeling like clown-ass, and here it is friday.

Two things about this are funny but not in a ha-ha way.

1. About 9 years ago I was visiting back home (Ottawa) and also ate a japanese place in the food court. On my way back to my house (a 7 hour drive) I was so disgustingly sick that the drive actually took closer to 13 hours due to having to frequent the side of the road. I immediately went to hospital and they diagnosed me with sever food poisoning and i was admitted for 5 days. I actually got $2000 in compensation from this and had to fill out a shitload of forms.

2. I have a date tonight. Sort of.

Yes, I am a huge tool and decided to sign up to lavalife which i have previously mentioned. Surprisingly amidst the losers, creep-os and ass-burgalars, I found someone nice. We have chatted a tonne over the past week and he is driving up here to see me. I am torn as to how to feel about this. I feel like a huge weiner for even contemplating going online to find someone. But on the other hand my math brain won't turn off. I figure statistically speaking there has to be someone out there who is normal but just as frustrated as I am. I hold out an odd hope that I may meet them!
I highly doubt this guy is it as he is already doing a weird "Back off get your own sandwich!" type of deal and we havent even met yet. He says he is messed up from a previous relationship, (but seriously, who isn't?? I find this excuse trite and over used. It seems to be the major cop-out of choice along with "I am not ready for a relationship right now"), but yet has no problem partaking in my Garden of Eden. And oh, yes, that is what i call it. It pays tribute to my catholic-ness.
We shall see what happens. Assuming of course I do not vomit all over him, I am still looking forward to it.