I went on a date with a guy my friend set me up with. He showed up with actual roses, not a grocery store bunch. Dinner was perfect. He was charming, opened doors, and pulled out my chair. When the check came, I reached for my wallet. He stopped me and slid his card down. A man pays on the first date, he said. I walked away thinking it was one of the best first dates I had ever had.

That was until the next morning. A payment request appeared on my phone before I had finished coffee. He had sent an itemized invoice for half the dinner, the flowers, parking, and the fuel he claimed he used driving to the restaurant. Beneath the total was a note explaining that he had only paid in front of the server so he would not look cheap. He added that I had enjoyed the evening and therefore owed my share.