"Didn’t we order too much food?" I asked her as I handed the menus back to the waitress. Having an intimate dinner with a beautiful, free-spirited woman—considered by many to be the greatest sex fighter in history—did nothing to ease my natural hesitation. In fact, it felt like a rhetorical question. We had ordered food for six people: two “special feast” menus with double the mashed potatoes, and extra appetizer because...