dating chronicles 1: from the mailbag

Dear Bugs, when was your last date?

Well, let's just say the last time I had a date it was for malteds and cheeseburgers after the sock hop, and later I chipped my ecstatic blog entry into a stone tablet.

But it's funny you should ask, dear reader, because I will be going on a date this week. Oh sure, it's like riding a bicycle. Once you learn, you never forget how. And there's the disconcerting possibility of hit-and-run injuries.

We're going to a bullfight and then out for absinthe and cupcakes. I'll be sure to post all the fabulous details.

In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out exactly what a date is. Maybe that'll help me decide what to wear. Advice on the wardrobe, philosophy and etiquette of dating is welcome.