So I had been seeing this chick, let’s call her Brenda, for a few weeks and I was feeling her…so much so that I decided to take her on a little road trip from DC to Philly to dine at a very nice restaurant. I should’ve known something was amiss with Brenda because when the waiter asked her how she wanted her steak, she said “HOT”. [What the f*** BRENDA DAMN! Act like you’ve been somewhere.] The waiter looked at me with the “she cannot be serious” face and all I could do was shake my head and give him the uncomfortable “yes, she is serious” look. I was…