What's the quickest way to a Fresnan's heart? How about drinks at the Elephant Bar, a trip to the Radisson Hotel, strawberries & champagne, and a psycho fertilizer salesman whispering sweet nothings (and bad karaoke) into your ear.

This, at least, is what led Fresno massage therapist Amber Frey into the arms of Scott Peterson — and into the Bad Blind Date Hall of Fame — according to her testimony Tuesday as the prosecution's star witness in the Peterson double-murder trial.

While the Governor's idea of a good first date is 12 hours on the Pai Gow table at Chuckchansi after drinking 40s in the parking lot of Denny's, Scott Peterson went the Smoove-B route -- luring Amber Frey back to the Radisson Hotel so he can "freshen up," only to then whip out strawberries and champagne. The couple then dined at a Japanese restaurant and capped off the evening with some karaoke. Frey testified that she kissed Peterson, and eventually went back to his hotel, where they were "intimate." The morbid fascination with this case continues, and Frey, unfortunately, has been swallowed up by this media crapstorm solely because of her horrible, horrible dating luck.

Has anyone else ever gone out with a future alleged murderer? Can any mathematicians out there help us with the odds of that happening?