Ever have one of those dates that you never even really tell anyone about because it's so bad?  Those dates that you are embarrassed to even talk about because it would imply that you were also there and that is just as bad as the situation?  Man, that was tonight.  I got home about 11:15 and 1/2 hour later I have scrubbed my whole kitchen, even taken out the trash, and lit candles and been wandering around my little apartment shaking my head and replaying the night and going, what the crap was that...  Suffice it to say, there are a few additions to the "Don't Do This" list.  So read there and you'll get the rest of the out of me in a few weeks maybe...