Roses, a sweet gift, charming conversation \u2014 he was checking all the boxes. So the next morning, when he texted me, I expected something cute, maybe flirty, maybe a \u201cHad a great time.\u201d Instead, my stomach dropped the moment I opened the message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My best friend, Mia, meant well when she offered to set me up, but her matchmaking skills were untested at best, reckless at worst.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe\u2019s super nice, Kelly! Total gentleman. You\u2019ll love him,\u201d Mia had insisted the night before while I rummaged through my closet, already anxious about the blind date.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve never set me up before,\u201d I reminded her. \u201cWhat makes you think you suddenly know my type?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause I know you better than anyone,\u201d she said confidently. \u201cPlus, Chris vouches for him. They\u2019ve been friends forever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I agreed. And honestly, the first impression didn\u2019t disappoint. Daniel arrived right on time, clean-shaven, well-dressed, confident without leaning into cocky. He handed me a single red rose \u2014 clich\u00e9, sure, but sweet in a \u201che\u2019s trying\u201d sort of way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We went to a cozy Italian bistro, and conversation flowed easily. He asked thoughtful questions, remembered details, even laughed at my dumb jokes. No fireworks, but a warm, steady spark \u2014 the kind that makes you think, Maybe this could become something.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n When the check came, I instinctively reached for my purse, but he gently set a hand on mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, no \u2014 I\u2019ve got this,\u201d he said with a soft smile. \u201cYou deserve to be treated right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It felt refreshing. Old-school. The night ended with a polite hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a hopeful \u201cLet\u2019s talk soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n The next morning, half-awake, I opened his message with a small smile already forming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, I read: I blinked. Then laughed, assuming it was sarcasm. I even sent a laughing emoji.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His next reply erased any doubt \u2014 and any goodwill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey Kelly, last night was great. I paid $126 for dinner, just FYI. You can Venmo me when you get the chance. My handle is @danielprime.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n