April 29, 2008 5:20 AM

Where not to go on a first date

In my continuing desire to be a primary information source for my readers, I'm now branching out into dispensing dating advice. Trust me, though, if I'm your primary source for dating advice...well, let's just say that the advice is free, and you're certainly going to get your money's worth.

No, when it comes to dating etiquette, I'm clueless and built to stay that way. What I just might be able to do, though, is to help spare you the embarrassment of having to explain to the police why that nice woman you just had dinner with on your first date didn't survive the meal.

Yes, when planning an evening with the object of your affection, and that special meal at your favorite restaurant comes with this caveat....

Fugu contains lethal amounts of the poison tetrodotoxin in the internal organs, especially the liver and ovaries, and also the skin. Therefore, only specially licensed chefs are allowed to prepare and sell fugu to the public, and the consumption of the liver and ovaries is forbidden.

....you might just want to change your plans and hit the drive-thru at Jack in the Box.

Back in the day, I always figured that it was wise to wait until at least the third or fourth date before trying to dispatch my companion to the Hereafter. Apparently, things have changed over the ensuing years. A word to the wise, then: if you hear the words "Wanna grab some seafood?", you might want to notify your next of kin...or grab some Chinese food.

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