I don't think we talk about fecal matter enough on the first dates. "Listen lady," I've often been heard to say, "I don't want to hear about your likes and dislikes and how many siblings you've had. I want to hear your thoughts on excrement." (This is followed shortly thereafter by the words, "Check please," followed immediately by the clink of high heels exiting the establishment.)
I think part of the reason we aren't used to talking about bowel movements and the fruits thereof on the first date is because we don't have a sophisticated conceptual framework for discussing these movements/fruits, because we don't think about them enough. This can easily be solved.
Stool is something we should start devoting thirty minutes a day to contemplate. Many people set aside thirty minutes a day for meditation-- a devotion to clearing the mind. I ask you instead of clearing your mind to fill it with shit.
I will see you on Friday night.