A while back, when I was considerably younger, I picked up a date at her parents' home. I'd scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant. She ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Shrimp cocktail, Lobster, Champagne. I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?" "No," she replied. "But my mother's not expecting a blow job tonight." I said, "Enjoy."