You took me to Chili's.

There were hundreds of restaurants in the area to choose from. Japanese, Indian, Hawaiian, Middle Eastern, Australian, really anything you could think of. But you chose Chili's. Granted, I did meet you in a car dealership, but when you picked me up in your dark green Camaro and asked me where I wanted to eat, that was not what I expected you to suggest. I didn't think you would take such advantage of my easygoing nature and obvious lack of experience with any date that didn't involve the mall or a keg. And I do love Chili's, don't get me wrong, it's just that the harsh lighting and crap on the walls doesn't exactly put me in a "romantic" mood. Thanks for the $13 meal and the free refills, I'll never forget you.