into the wrong place.
About two weeks after the promotion, I matched with someone on a dating app. His name was Evan. He wasn’t flashy, didn’t try to impress me, didn’t rush anything. On our first date, when the check came, he reached for it, then paused.
“We can split it,” he said. “I don’t want to assume.”
I smiled.
We’ve gone out a few times since then.continue reading …
