When my brother set me up with Andy,

I didn’t expect sparks—but I didn’t expect an invoice either.

He showed up with flowers, opened the car door,

and played the part of a gentleman so well I almost believed it.

Over dinner, he was attentive, funny, even charming.

I broke my usual rule and let him drive me home.

It felt like a promising first date… until the next morning.

At 7 a.m., my phone lit up with a PayPal request: $37.25 for our “evening out.”

He’d itemized gas, parking, and—my personal favorite—“puddle splash marks” on his car.

I actually laughed.

This man had charged me for the cost of pretending to be decent.

So I sent him $50 with a note: “$13 tip for opening the door. Cheers.” Then I blocked him.

When I told my brother, he was horrified—and furious.

Especially after Andy tried spinning the date into a flex at his pickleball group.

Turns out, this wasn’t a one-time stunt. A week later,

I came across a TikTok from another woman who’d gotten the same absurd invoice.

Watching the comments drag him was the closure I didn’t know I needed.

Sure, I’m still single—but I’m also smarter.

I’ll happily pay for my own dinner,

but I won’t reward a man who expects reimbursement for manners.

From now on, I take my own ride, trust my gut,

and keep the tips for waiters—not wannabe gentlemen with Venmo apps.