I went on a date with a guy my friend set me up with. He showed up with flowers (not a grocery store bunch, actual roses). Dinner was perfect. He was charming, opened doors, and pulled out my chair. When the check came, I reached for my wallet. Big mistake.
“Absolutely not,” he said, sliding his card down. “A man pays on the first date.”
I walked away thinking it was one of the best first dates ever. That was until the next morning when I saw that he’d sent me a Venmo request for half the bill.