We went bowling - his idea for date night - and the $5 shoe rentals and $2 beers had us grinning from ear to ear. Turns out I'm a pretty darn good bowler, or at least I was that night. At one point, after I smoked him in the first two games, I asked him - seriously - if he was letting me win. He promised he wasn't, and I turned around and bowled three strikes in a row. When we left, I declared it the best date night ever.