Short-changed by a cheap date

Michelle has bad memories of a disastrous date
Michelle has bad memories of a disastrous date

We went out for a meal the other day and across from us sat a couple who were obviously on their first date.

They had quite a big meal and when the bill came, the man made a quick swipe for it and studied it intently.

“Hmm, looks like that ice cream really bumped up the price,” he said, as he contorted his face into painful little knots.

The woman looked embarrassed and suggested maybe she should pay for the meal.

“Oh great,” he replied, before throwing the bill across the table at her, and putting on his coat while she reached for her credit card.

It reminded me of a time many years ago when I went out with someone who asked if I’d like to go for pizza with him.

I said yes and off we went to Kettering, but because he said he didn’t have any money to get there, I paid his fare, thinking it was the least I could do if he was buying the pizza.

This wonderful pizzeria he talked about was actually a takeaway, and he ordered the biggest party pizza you have ever seen.

We then took it outside to a bench but instead of asking me if I’d like a piece, he instead said, “This is great, you will have to buy yourself one.”

Needless to say this did not go down well, and as he sat and ate the gigantic pizza all by himself, I bought myself a bag of chips, before paying for us both to return from Kettering (he’d spent all his money on his pizza of course).

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not opposed to paying my own way, but if someone lets me pay for public transport and won’t even share a slice of pizza, then there’s something wrong.

I quickly dumped him – just as I imagine the lady we saw in the restaurant will do with her date; if she has any sense that is.