Memoirs (wha?) Memoirs of a Geisha

Alrighty, many of you hypothetical readers have asked for an update to my dating situation. "Hey," you may be saying, "what ever happened to those three. fatal. errors? How'd that work out for you?" Well, imaginary friend, I'm happy to let you know that I was able to parlay that mistake-ridden evening into another date, and, post-holidays, a third. As I received a fair amount of guff from the peanut gallery (you know who I am talking to here!) about choosing Ikea for our first night out, I decided date 3 should be more traditional: dinner & the above mentioned movie.
I decided that this time, I'd put my best foot forward. I got the car washed in the garage at the office. I figured hey, we work in the same building as the North American headquarters for Porshe, maybe some overpriced luxury sportcar mojo would rub off. Turns out that maybe I shouldn't have gotten the carpets shampooed, for instead what seems to have rubbed off is wet dog smell. Was this an omen? If so, I ignored it.
Ah well, at least the OUTSIDE of the car looks good. (Amazingly good, to tell the truth - I didn't know the old girl had it in her.) Well - *looked* good. It's hard to say exactly what changed to make me less impressed with the shine. Maybe it was the suicidal dove(!) who flew into my windshield on the way to dinner. Hmm - I'm beginning to see a pattern.
Dinner went well, and we headed to the movie. Good thing that happened there: we got free passes! Bad thing: The reason WHY we got the free passes was because the movie actually melted, right in a good part. {side note - i think that is the first time i have actually ever seen that before in real life. I've seen it on TV and in movies (if memory serves, Rocky Horror) Any of you ever have a movie melting experience?)
On the other omeny hand - she has pet rabbits, and I did see the wild rabbit that lives outside when I got home. Another omen? or just coincidence? Only time will tell.