When my best friend Mia insisted on setting me up with her boyfriend’s friend, I hesitated. Blind dates weren’t my thing, but she promised he was polite and dependable. His name was Eric, and from our first messages he seemed genuinely interested—thoughtful questions, full sentences, nothing pushy. After a week of chatting, he suggested dinner at a well-known Italian restaurant downtown.he date began smoothly. Eric arrived early with a bouquet of roses, dressed sharply and acting almost old-fashioned in a sweet way. He pulled out my chair, complimented my dress, and even gave me a small engraved keychain. Conversation over dinner flowed easily, touching on travel, work, and awkward dating stories.

When the bill came, he waved me off with a confident, “A man pays on the first date.” It felt a bit traditional, but not alarming. Afterward, he walked me to my car and waited until I drove away. The night seemed promising.The next morning, I expected a kind follow-up message. Instead, I found an email titled “Invoice for Last Night.” At first, I laughed, assuming it was a joke. But the detailed list—charges for dinner, flowers, the keychain, and even “emotional labor”—made it clear he was serious.At the bottom, he warned that “failure to comply” might result in Chris, Mia’s boyfriend, hearing about it. Confused and irritated, I texted Mia. Her reaction was immediate: “He’s insane. Do not respond.”