I went on a date with a guy. He ordered the fanciest things on the menu. I thought, “This one is a catch,” but then he asked to split the bill. I didn’t show how bothered I was. Minutes after we parted ways, he called and said, “Hey! I just noticed that you still owe me $3.75 for your half.”
At first, I thought he was joking. I even laughed into the phone, waiting for him to say, “Just kidding.” But his voice stayed flat and serious. He told me he’d gone back through the receipt and realized the coffee refill I’d had was not included in the split. I was so stunned I couldn’t even find words. I just said, “Sure, I’ll send it.”
I hung up and sat in my car for a moment, replaying the entire evening in my head. This was a man who had spent nearly two hours telling me about his “expensive tastes” and love for fine dining.
