I went on a date with a guy my friend set me up with. Honestly, I had low expectations — blind dates usually end in
Dinner was perfect. He was charming in a calm, confident way. He opened every door, pulled out my chair, listened when I talked, and never once made the conversation about himself. I kept thinking, Finally, someone who actually gets it.
When the check came, I reached for my wallet out of habit. Big
Then came the next morning.
I woke up to a long message from him. At first, I thought it was a cute “good morning,” maybe a follow-up to plan a second date. But when I opened it, my stomach dropped.
The message wasn’t sweet — it
He had broken down the entire cost of the date: the roses, the dinner, the drinks, the Uber he paid for. Line by line. With prices. And at the end, he wrote:
“Since you insisted on paying your share, here’s your half. Please send it by noon.”
At first, I thought it had to be a joke. No one could go from romantic gentleman to accountant-in-a-mental-crisis overnight. I replied, asking if he was being sarcastic.
He wasn’t.
He doubled down. Said it was “only fair,” and that he didn’t want to “start a relationship with someone who
I didn’t send him anything, obviously. I blocked him and told my friend never to set me up on a date again unless she personally ran a psychological background check first.
The funniest part? She told me afterward that he’d bragged for years about how he was a “traditional man,” how he believed in paying for women, how he treated dates “right.” Turns out he only meant for the first twelve hours — until the bill processed on his card.
So yeah, best first date ever… followed by the most chaotic morning-after message I’ve ever received. And honestly, I’m still laughing about it.
