Adam22

So I'm trying to take her on like, like, like every other Friday, I'm trying to go on a date.

Well, we're 10 years into our relationship, and we're just now instituting it.

So, no.

Historically, no.

No, Doughboy.

It was like number two out of like fucking 50-something.

I'm like, oh, Lee, this dude's fucking really committed.

No, I said I'm going to do 22 dates in 2026.

Oh, okay.

That's what it was.

So, this was date number three.

But then what's fucked up, too, though, is it's like Sunday morning, me, her, and the kid go to the polo lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel, and apparently that doesn't count as a date.

That doesn't count?

Even though it's $500 leaving my wallet going into paying for this date.

What?

And apparently it doesn't count as a date.

We got to figure out the parameters of what a date is.

But she said that it's because she booked it.

She booked it months ago because I guess it's really hard to get a reservation.

She booked it months ago so that she could just go out to brunch with her friend.