I went on a first date with a girl who insisted we eat at a high-end restaurant, even though I suggested something more casual. Once seated, she barely looked at me and immediately ordered a $25 appetizer, a $45 steak, and a $15 drink. While I asked her questions, she stayed glued to her phone, laughing and taking calls as if I wasn’t even there. I tried to stay polite, but it was clear she wasn’t interested in getting to know me. Instead, it felt like I was just sponsoring an expensive meal.
The waitress noticed how uncomfortable I looked and how disengaged my date was. When my date stepped away to take another call, the waitress quietly leaned over and whispered, “If you’re not comfortable paying for all of this, I can split the bill or make separate checks before she comes back.” I felt relieved—almost rescued. I agreed, thanking her for understanding without judgment. When the bill came, it was already separated
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