First-date horror stories are a dime a dozen, but my most recent experience was so bizarre it actually left me shaking. I didn’t just want to end the date; I wanted to scrub the entire experience from my memory.
Here is what happened, and why I blocked him the second I got home.
When he first asked me out, I had no specific place in mind. But when he pushed me to name my favorite restaurant, I was honest. I named an expensive local spot—but I immediately warned him: “That place is incredibly pricey. Let’s go somewhere casual instead, like this great Mexican spot I love.”
I make it a rule never to go to high-end restaurants on a first date. I’m there to learn about his personality and his life, not to be distracted by a $500 bill. He insisted. He said he “really wanted to try the food.” I took him at his word.
What happened next changed everything…
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