When my friend Mia set me up with her boyfriend’s friend, I agreed mostly to keep her happy — but the guy, Eric, seemed surprisingly normal.
He texted in full sentences, planned a real date, even brought roses and a small engraved gift with my initial. Dinner was relaxed, he insisted on paying, walked me to my car, and I actually thought, “Maybe this is a good one.”
The next morning, I woke up not to a sweet message, but an email titled Invoice for Last Night — itemizing the cost of dinner, flowers, and the gift, followed by a note implying I “repay” him with affection.
I blocked him instantly. Some people don’t give — they trade.
