I went on a date with a guy who wrote a particular comic book character (amongst other things). I didn’t find that out until he was already in my car.

It turned out to be a problem, because my secret date idea was to go see the currently playing movie about the aforementioned comic book character … and the last thing he wanted was to see a mangled version that had been run through the Hollywood machine.

There wasn’t a second date, but at least the movie was enjoyable :-)