I went on a first date with a woman who insisted on an expensive restaurant, then spent most of the evening on her phone, ordering high-priced items while barely engaging with me.
It quickly felt like I was there just to pay the bill, not to connect.
When she stepped away, the waitress quietly offered to split the bill so I wouldn’t feel stuck.
I agreed.
When the check came, I paid only for my part. My date was surprised, but I calmly told her I’d only cover my own meal.
She left shortly after.
The waitress later told me, “The right people will value your company, not your wallet.”
I left with no romance—but with self-respect.