For various reasons (including but not limited to me being a drunk asshole), the girl hates me, which is highly unfortunately because I think we’d be great together.  And I mean great.  Think “wedding bells, vacations in Hawaii, cute babies” great.  The goal: 1. To take her out to dinner; 2. To address the aforementioned hatred.  The order of the plan may be off but the ambition’s all there. Details to follow…