I was on a date with a new love at a tiny, romantic restaurant in Fort Lauderdale -- white linen, candle-topped tables, etc.. Since this was the beginning of the relationship, we were totally focused on each other, gazing into each other's eyes, etc. Well, my date offered me bread from the linen-lined bread basket and then put it down on our crammed tabletop. We went back to the eye-gazing, until I suddenly noticed, "Hey, do you smell something burning?" Turned out my date had set down the bread basket with its linen liner directly in the candle's flame -- the whole thing went up in flames! Luckily the table was so small we just knocked over the water glasses to douse the fire. Love really is blind -- we'll be returning to the restaurant later this year to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary!
