I thought I was ready for anything when I agreed to a fancy first date. But when my match ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and then refused to pay, I faced a choice that would test my patience, my pride, and reveal what really matters in dating.
At 32, I thought I would be able to spot a train wreck before it hit.
I would like to say I saw it coming with Chloe, but I wanted this night to go right so badly, I ignored every early sign.
I’d been off the dating scene for a while. The last serious relationship ended quietly, like a candle burning down to nothing in an empty room. The months after were not lonely, exactly.
