You missed the final episode of Seinfeld for a girl?!?!?!? Or perhaps worse: the date consisted of watching the final episode of Seinfeld?!?!? A little bit of both. We met on a AOL chat room. Divorced and 30 something or other chat room. We were about 100 miles apart. We agreed to meet in a public place in case I was a psycho, so we met at Old Spaghetti Factory in Riverside, in the bar. I was there early, and Seinfeld was playing on the bar tv above the bar where we sat. I was not watching Seinfeld at the time. I was working 2 jobs at the time and the hours of prime time tv was actually my 4 hour window of sleepy time, generally. It did not bother my wife that I occasionally freaked out when helicopters were flying over announcing that a child was missing in the neighborhood, or that I would waltz into my nearest Blockbuster and cut up my BB card with scissors when they charged me for late movies that weren't late. I am psycho, but she married me anyway. lmaoooo this is an nsbb deep cut