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The Morning Curveball
The next morning, I opened my email expecting a warm, simple note—something like “Had a great time.” Instead, I found a message with the subject line: Invoice for Last Night.
At first, I thought it was a joke. Maybe a meme, a playful nod to the cost of dinner. But the attachment was styled like a corporate bill, complete with logo and itemized “charges.” Dinner, noted as “covered.”
This wasn’t humor. It was pressure, dressed up to look clever.
The charm from the night before suddenly felt rehearsed—a performance meant to justify a debt I never agreed to owe. Modern dating red flags don’t always announce themselves in neon. Sometimes they arrive in a tidy PDF.
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