She always talked about how she wanted me to set up a date evening all on my own with no input from her. So I wanted to get that "slam dunk" evening set up for her; the perfect night. It was going to be so romantic that Pepe Le Pew would be ashamed for his lame attempts you know?

I contacted the friends and asked if it would be okay if the boys stayed over there. Once that was established, I told my wife that I was going to cook something nice for her and the boys would stay with their friend. I then scratched up the recipe and bought everything, did my homework on romantic movies and found probably the best one ever and got it all going for her that night.

I mean ... what the hell did I do wrong that made her feel bad and so overwhelmed? I triggered something, but it was just supposed to be the best evening she could wish for.