When "date night" becomes carry out and TiVo-ed episodes of America's Got Talent, your summer fling is on borrowed time. This relationship is already a fantasy, and it's hard for your fling to keep the dream alive when you're wearing a Drew Brees jersey and scarfing deep dish. It's summer. Find a beach, street festival, or—if your from Iowa or something—a Wal-Mart parking lot to huff gasoline in. The couch will still be around in September.