Satan made me do it

Busty Satan, that is.

She posted something from J.A., which led me to this ... and this, which isn't entirely wrong/bad/evil ...

Ultimate first date is a cozy corner booth, sitting not across from each other but kitty-corner diagonal, with soft lighting (soft, soft, sofffft) lighting, music that is not too loud, and preferably just drinks -- wine is classiest -- not dinner, as it's too much pressure to eat in front of him the very first time. Kiss her without making her kiss you, then drop her off at her apartment and go home.

I'm just saying.