My first unofficial date with my wife went great until the bill came.
It had been laughs, flirting and vibes, but then the receipt was placed on the table; it was like a gun going off at the start of the 100-meter sprint. Let the games begin.
Would she offer to pay for her half? Would she expect me to pay?
Her eyes said, will he cover it?
The standoff. A…
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