A while back, I picked up a lovely date at her parent's home. I'd scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu: Patron tequila, Shrimp cocktail, foie gras. Lobster, Dom Perignon champagne.
I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?"
"No," she replied, "but my mother's not expecting a blow job tonight."
I said, "Would you care for dessert ?"