I figured, sure, why not? He seemed decent enough in our chats.
We sit down, and right away, he’s ordering like he hasn’t eaten in a week — appetizers, steak, pasta, and even a couple of sides. I’m just sipping my water, trying to keep up with the conversation. Then, right before the main course even arrives, he goes, “I’m gonna grab a couple of things to-go, too.” He orders THREE extra meals to take home, including dessert!
At this point, I was already thinking, “What is this guy’s deal?” But I stayed polite… until the check came. He slid it right to the middle of the table and said, “So, we’re splitting this, yeah?”
Excuse me? You’re asking me to pay HALF for a date where you ate like a king and ordered enough food to stock your fridge for the week? I told him there was no way I was paying for his takeout buffet. He had the nerve to call me “cheap” and said, “A modern woman should be fine going 50/50.”
I got up, threw down cash for my salad and drink, and left him sitting there with his mile-long bill. Ladies, if a guy orders to-go meals on your first date and wants you to sponsor his fridge restock, RUN faster than he can say “doggy bag.”
Y’all, I went on the worst date of my life last night, and I’m still fuming. This guy I met on a dating app asked me out to this trendy little bistro in town.
