When Eric insisted on paying for our first date, I genuinely thought I’d met a rare gentleman. He showed up with a bouquet of roses, a small wrapped gift, and a charming smile. Mia, my friend who set us up, had raved about him. She was certain we’d click. And to my surprise, we actually did.
Dinner was delightful. Eric was engaging and attentive, asked questions, and even remembered details from our previous texts—like my favorite dessert and how I took my coffee. He opened doors, pulled out my chair, and complimented my outfit in a way that didn’t feel forced. When the bill came, I instinctively reached for my wallet, but he quickly waved me off and confidently said, “A man always pays on the first date.” I thanked him, flattered, and left feeling it might have been one of the best first dates I’d ever had.
