Put your socks on Momma now!

Right now, my feet stink a LOT! Whoo, doggie! I wore my canvas tennis shoes to work today because we are supposed to wear protective closed toe shoes to work while they are still doing construction on the store. I thought my oh-so-stylish Ed Hardys would do the trick. But apparently, I need to wear socks with them.
So, that guy never called.
And I went to Trivia night last Friday, the other guy and his cute brother were there. We were talking/flirting (at least I thought I was flirting) and then one guy ducked out pretty quick and when we asked his brother where he went, he said, "Oh, his girlfriend's out there." Boo! Both of their girlfriends showed up! Diane, who went with me, is convinced that they were still flirting with us, but I'm leaning towards "they are just friendly outgoing dickheads." On the plus side, Diane and I won 2nd place in the trivia tournament - $15 prize!!! We are going to go back. We figure we can take 1st place ... and double-check if those guys really are flirting with us.
I actually haven't seen too much of the craigslist guy but he's very sweet. He calls at least twice a day and when he's working, he tries to swing by to see me and get a hug. Which I kinda like. Last week, the craziest thing happened. While he was at work (he's a taxi driver), 2 cops came in with a girl. She was lost and they couldn't figure out where she lived. She didn't know her address. As a matter of fact, she's Japanese and had only been in the country for a week. So he and the cops tried to figure it out - no luck! Then he remembered that I had lived in Japan for 2 years - and since I'm not that far, they all drove over. I was just laying around the house, watching tv. I met her and talked to her. Poor thing! She's only 18 and is here for school for year. She had been sightseeing in downtown Boston. She tried to take a taxi home, but could only remember the name of one cross street, Adams Street, and the number bus that she was supposed to take, 59. Well, there are about a million Adams Streets in and around Boston, so the taxi driver just dropped her off at one and abandoned her there. That's when she flagged down the cops for help. They were nice guys; they stuck with her til we figured it out. I didn't even speak that much Japanese with her, her English was that good. But I figured out that she hadn't been able to understand the cops or the taxi driver - they were talking so fast with such thick Boston accents that she got really confused. Really, the girl looked like she was on the verge of tears. But I talked to her and tried to comfort her and summoned up some rudimentary Japanese to tell her how impressive she was to come all this way to America on her own. Anyway, she finally remembered the name of another cross street, Washington Street, and taxi driver figured out where it was. I decided to go with them, just in case. On the way to the intersection, she actually spotted her own street and we found her exact house (or rather her host family's house). I asked taxi driver to write down the address for her and told her to keep it with her at all times, just in case this happened again. Taxi driver did one better, he wrote it on the back of the taxi company's business card, so that she could always call and ask for him to pick her up. She was so grateful. Really, I hope she does well here.
Taxi driver was pretty impressed with me and wanted me to spend the night. So I did. He seemed really turned on by the fact that I was able to help that girl. I kept trying to tell him that I didn't do that much. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings and tell him that the problem had been that she didn't understand him or the cops. What can you do?
Seriously, I have to wash my feet now.