When you’ve been single long enough, every new date brings a mix of hope and caution. That spark of “maybe this time” is hard to ignore — especially when the first impression seems almost too good to be true.
That’s exactly how I felt when I met Eric.
He was charming, well-spoken, even brought flowers — real ones, not some last-minute grocery store bouquet. He pulled out my chair, opened doors, asked thoughtful questions, and insisted on paying for our meal.
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