by NICHOLE DONOVAN
So I went on a date with a new guy.
It went well. I got dressed up and he fussed over where we ate, finally picking a restaurant with a warm, buzzy atmosphere. I laughed at his jokes and he laughed at mine.
Then the bill came.
Since neither of us announced we would pay, that piece of paper was left sitting there, sort of loitering aimlessly between us.
Then he grabbed the piece of paper and put it firmly under his glass. Good. Taking ownership. I thought.
“So how do you want to do this? Should we split the bill?”
Hang on. Where was the polite tango? There was meant to be a tango. I’d offer to pay. He’d insist on getting it. I’d try again, more tentatively this time, possibly doing The Reach for my wallet. He’d wave my hand away.
Isn’t that how it goes?
Look, I’m going to come right out and say it. I like a guy to pay on a first date. Even at a minimum, I expect him to offer, even if we ended up splitting the bill. And then it got worse.