My Date Forgot His Wallet

The other night, I went out to dinner with this guy. We ate. . . had a good time. . . and then the bill came :

Him : “Thanks for dinner!”

Me : “What do you mean thanks? We’re splitting the bill right?”

Him : “Oh. I thought you said that you were going to cover it.”

Me : “*blank stare* No. Those words actually never formulated in my mind, let alone made their way out of my mouth.”

Him : “Oh. Well I forgot my wallet at home.”

Me :

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O!M!G!
As if my life wasn’t perturbed enough by this petite man’s chicanery!
How, as a fully grown man, do you invite a woman out to eat and “forget” your wallet?! And then try to pretend as though she said she would pay.

It can’t be too hard to slide a 4×3 pocket-sized money bank into your back pocket. I mean, I remembered to take my purse, my lip gloss, my jewelry, my hair extensions (never leave without em! lol), and all the basic necessities. All he had to do was bring his wallet and his small body. And in all honesty, he could have left the latter at home and just sent his wallet. But no! He showed up . . . wallet-less and shameless!

*smacks forehead*
I would have perceived all of this as an innocent mistake, but given our history and his personality, I knew it was a purposeful act. AND on top of that, I paid for 2/3 of our meal the FIRST time we went out. Not half…TWO-THIRDS! I just can’t continue to entertain this man’s nonsense.

Needless to say, there will not be a follow up date. I’m actually in the process of forgetting this memory in the same place he forgot his wallet.

Too through!

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