Romance is different. Here my husband on a third date dragged me into a terrible fast food, a terrible place, in terms of proper nutrition. His father was an ulcerator, so the whole family ate mostly proper cooked and steam food. Grandfather arranged a feast of disobedience for him from time to time, leading him to some McDack secretly from his mom and dad.

I sat down, putting the potatoes in the sauce and listening to the confession that it was his secret defect, and I was the first to whom he told about it. He gave him a couple of years later the engagement ring was not at all close to the degree of touch!