Before I was married I had a terrible time keeping track of dates. One night I thought I was with Natalie and it was Sue, another time I though I was going to be with Kathy and I didn't have anyone lined up at all. But the worst one was the time I was supposed to go out with Bobbi and it turned out that I was supposed to be joining my old buddy Bobby and the boys for beer and poker. And I won't even get into the time a guy asked me if I wanted to meet his swimsuit-model cousin for a date and she handed me some sticky sort of fruit thing.