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.
I stared at my phone for a good two minutes, convinced it was a joke. $67.42. Even the cents were exact. He’d tagged it with a little pizza emoji and a winky face. Not “Hey, had a great time!” or “Let’s do it again soon.” Just the number and that damn emoji.
My gut reaction was to decline and block him. But curiosity got the better of me, and I messaged him instead.
“Hey…is this a mistake?”
