It occurred to me earlier, that this has to be one of the least believable dates in literary history, second only to Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock hooking up at the end of Speed.
I mean, look at it. She's intelligent, owns her own business, has a good sense of humor... and is single. Not only was single, but had been so for several years. I don't know about you guys down in the states, but up here, a lady like that would be having to drive suitors off with shotguns and pepper spray.
She has a big, fairly fancy apartment, knows how to cook, and actually likes Monty Python. Around here, a girl like that- well, that doesn't, like, have a third eyeball or ram's horns or something - would have fifteen guys dueling to the death over her.
There haven't been any embarrassing statements, nobody spilled something on the other person- or on the valuable antique rug or whatever- no embarrassing past histories were dug up...
It's practically Mary Sue territory here. Next we'll have Ed McMahon show up at the door with her winner's check for the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, Doc will get a text from Roger saying they just got that half-billion-dollar DARPA contract, and Miki will come by wanting to know if they'd be interested in a threesome.