Husbands and boyfriends across this great nation are whining because Barack Obama is making their date nights look lame. To put it gently, this was soooo not a problem during the eight years that Bush was in the White House. We were never envious of Bush's idea of a date night: a total of 77 Air Force One trips to Crawford, Texas, for a weekend of brush clearing and faux cattle roping. Never once in those eight years did I nudge Duh Hubby in the ribs and demand a date night like poor Laura Bush was treated to.

Even Clinton before him wasn't known for putting together an awesome date night. At least, not with Hillary, bless her heart. Clinton took virtually no time away from Washington, let alone whisking his bride to a Broadway show and dinner in New York like Obama did recently.

He even topped that last week by making sure to carve out time for a lovely date night in Paris. PARIS! Dining on foie gras and pheasant de truffled snootypants beneath the Eiffel Tower? Now that's a European adventure and makes me a little pouty when I consider that, like most American women, the closest I've come to that lately was the "Tour of Italy" trio of I-talian favorites at Olive Garden.

Even on the night of a big NBA playoff game, Barack made sure that date night would go on as usual. He just arranged for an early dinner allowing plenty of time for digestion before tipoff. He and Michelle had an early supper at uber-ritzy Citronelle in Georgetown, cooing and hand-holding and everything.

"I want a date night like the Obamas have," I pouted to Duh. "I want to go to Citronelle or Paris or to a Broadway show and dinner with straight-up martinis and unpronounceable entrees like Barack did for Michelle on THEIR date night."

"Ha!" said Duh. "That's because you didn't see THIS!" With a flourish, he pulled out coupon he had carefully cut out of the Sunday paper for a 2-for-1 dinner at Ruby Tuesday's. "But it's not redeemable on the premium steaks and you have to eat the broccoli instead of the salad."

"Broccoli gives me gas," I said, regretting it instantly. If I want to be treated like Michelle Obama, I can't go around talking like that. "I mean, er, flatulence."

Obama further endeared himself to millions of women when he tossed Brian Williams of NBC Nightly News a grease-soaked sack of burger and fries when they lunched. He would never do that to Michelle.

And when he met with the mayor of Washington, D.C.? That "date" was at Ben's Chili Bowl, where he and Adrian Fenty wolfed sausage dogs and cheese fries.

Obama has his priorities right. Step up your game, dudes.