The Pittsburgh Saga, Part 2

On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask.  “Seriously?  I hate sneakers.”  It’s true: I don’t wear sneakers unless I absolutely have to, especially this time of year. “Well we’re going to be outdoors,” he replies. “Are we hiking?” “No.” “Then I can wear sandals.” “I…