Every year I go out on a date. This isn't really a hard and fast rule of mine. It just always ends up that I go out on a date and then 12 months pass and then someone invariably asks me out. This is always disappointing to me because it would be cool if I could say, "Yeah, I haven't been out in years," not "Yeah, the last time I went out was months ago." And the truth is, "I went out last night...and the night before...and the night before that," which would also sound really cool is not even within the realm of possibilities. So, right on schedule, I found myself on a date yesterday.

And, as expected, it was not even remotely normal. It was a little less scary than the date of '99. And a lot more emotional than the date of '03. I will spare you the details. Basically, it began and ended with a bet. In other words, it started with a shouting match at 11:15 pm and stopped with a passionate door step scene at midnight. Expense reports were thrown around pretty loosely and I think each of the four of us who participated could safely say we came out the loser.

The only person who could even remotely say that the night had a positive effect on their life was Adam, who participated in the athletic portion of event, and can now say that he beat a girl in tennis.