love Taco Bell", she said, "love."

"Me too," I responded. Guilty pleasures are always a bonding point on a first date.

"You live on the Upper West Side, you must go to the one on 95th all the time".

"95th and what?"

"Broadway", I said. She frowned.

"There is no Taco Bell on Broadway and 95th. There's no Taco Bell on the Upper West Side. Trust me I'd know."

"Of course there is. I used to work around the corner from there. I ate lunch there everyday."

"Maybe you did, but it's not there anymore. Trust me" she said, sighing and flashing a look that left me powerless to do anything but trust her. Plus, the date was going well, a rare occurrence for me, and there was no reason to be adversarial.