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I’ve been on enough first dates to know that a polished start doesn’t guarantee a happy ending. Still, when my friend Mia urged me to meet a colleague of her boyfriend’s, I decided to give it a try. She sang his praises: polite, smart, dependable—the kind of “gentleman” that, in theory, makes modern dating feel hopeful again. Given her confidence, I said yes.
From the beginning, Eric checked the right boxes. He texted in full sentences, asked thoughtful questions, and suggested a reservation at a respected Italian place downtown. It sounded promising—a welcome change from the half-hearted, last-minute “you up?” culture. If you’re keeping score of dating red flags, there weren’t any yet. In fact, it felt like the beginning of a sweet story, not a cautionary tale about entitlement or a first date invoice.
A Polished First Impression
Our conversation was easy. We talked travel and work, the shared comedy of terrible app experiences, and the loss of old-school movie theaters you could enjoy without taking out a small loan. When the check arrived, I reached for my wallet out of habit.
Eric waved me off. “I’ve got it,” he said, sliding his card to the waiter with a practiced flourish. Old-fashioned, perhaps, but generous. I didn’t argue.
Outside, he offered his arm, walked me to my car, and waited until my engine turned over before heading to his. No pushy invitations, no lingering awkwardness—just a clean, pleasant goodnight. Driving home, I texted Mia: You might be right about this one.
The Morning Curveball
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