Regretting Letting My Date Pay the Bill

On our first date, Eric’s gentlemanly charm was undeniable. He arrived with a bouquet of beautiful roses, a thoughtful gift, and engaging conversation. Set up by my best friend Mia, who knew Eric through her boyfriend Chris, I reluctantly agreed to meet him.

Eric was attentive and kind, making a great first impression with his manners and attention to detail. The evening went smoothly, with shared interests and enjoyable conversation.

When the bill arrived, Eric insisted on paying, saying, “A man always pays on the first date.” At the time, it seemed like a sweet gesture. However, I would later regret letting him take control in that moment.

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