That's not because she'd ever agree to a motorcycle (she wouldn't, long story not for here). It's because we learned on our very first date that we can't share. We nearly didn't have a second date because we got into a fight over who ate too much of the hot fudge on the hot fudge sunday. She will never admit to it! We decided that if we were to survive as a couple, it would be with us each having our own things. We don't share. EVER. If we order an appetizer and it comes back with an odd number, things can get tense. Then again, we're about to celebrate 30 years, so maybe sharing's for suckers?