An hour later at her house, I'm not even out of the car and she comes running out with an overnight bag and a big smile. She's wearing a beige blouse and a tight, black skirt. She has make-up on, her hair is perfect and she looks stunning. I've never seen her in anything but jeans or sweats. When she gets in the car, her skirt rides up and I smile.

"You look wonderful." I tell her as I lean over and kiss her lips, tasting her lipstick and breathing in her perfume. "Tell me again why we want to go to a restaurant?"

"Because it's a date!" She says,...