We left the bowling alley and I kissed her good night (and she returned the delicacy) and I told her to call me when she got home safely. I got home and, five minutes later, the phone rang. She said that she would have gotten home earlier but she just had to stop and get a doughnut on the way home. So, basically, we had arrived at our respective homes at the exact same time, give or take a sliver of a metronome. And what exactly had delayed us? Tim Horton's. She had stopped to get a doughnut and I had stopped to get a large cafe mocha. Who knows? We might have even been in the respective drive-throughs at the same time.
I take this as a very good sign. =o)