Mia swore Eric was the perfect gentleman, and honestly, my first date with him seemed to prove her right. He showed up with roses, gave me a personalized keychain, opened doors, pulled out my chair, and insisted on paying for our fancy Italian dinner. By the end of the night, I thought I’d met one of the most thoughtful men ever.
The next morning, I woke up expecting a sweet text.
Instead, Eric sent me a detailed “Date Night Invoice.”
At first, I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.
He had listed every “service” from the date with what he expected in return:
- Roses = one hug
- Keychain gift = another coffee date
- Opening the car door = a cute selfie together
- Paying for dinner = a guaranteed second date
At the bottom, he warned that failure to “pay” might result in the balance being sent to “collections” — meaning he’d complain to our mutual friends.
I was speechless.
I immediately sent screenshots to Mia, who showed her boyfriend Chris. Instead of just laughing, Chris made a fake invoice of his own and sent it back to Eric, charging him for “introducing him to a gorgeous woman” and demanding “a lifetime of silence.”
Eric completely lost it, accusing us of being immature and claiming I’d missed out on a “great guy.” I simply blocked his number.
The funniest part? I kept the keychain.
Not because it reminded me of Eric, but because it became the perfect souvenir from the weirdest first date of my life.