I went on a date with a guy my friend set me up with. He showed up with flowers. Not a grocery store bunch—actual roses.

Dinner was perfect. He was charming, opened doors, and pulled out my chair. When the check came, I reached for my wallet—big mistake. “Absolutely not,” he said, sliding his card down. “A man pays on the first date.” I walked away thinking it was one of the best first dates ever, until the next morning, when I saw that he’d sent me a Venmo request for half the bill.

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