He took me on a date, and they brought the menu. He ordered first and later asked the waiter to give me exactly what he ordered. I said, “No, I don’t like rice. It’s too late for me, so I would rather take something lighter.”

He asked me to go ahead, and I did. All night, something was off. His smiles didn’t go deep, and even when I tried my best at humor, he still watched me like I was a stranger to him.

Meanwhile, I’d known him for years. It’s just that we were not talking buddies. Before he started making advances toward me, we had a shared common interest, but this night, he was sitting there like something had been placed on his chest.

When the waiter brought the bill, he said, “You said something light, but what you ordered is more expensive than mine.”

I asked if he was on a budget, and he told me, “Not really that, but at least you shouldn’t take something more expensive than what the one paying for took.”

And then he laughed. I figured he was on a budget and just didn’t say it, so I paid for what I consumed, and he also paid for his. I wasn’t angry. It happens sometimes. Men are also people.

We stepped outside, and he asked me, “The way it’s late, I believe when we leave here you’ll spend the night with me?”

“Home? Where’s home?”

“My home, of course. I thought that was what this meant.”

That was where my anger started. He hadn’t even proposed to me but thought that once he had brought me on a date, I should follow him home. I asked, “How old are you again? I need to know before I’m accused of dealing with a minor.”

He got angry. “When you were eating, you didn’t know I could be a minor? What did you think this was? What are you women like that?”

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I excused myself and walked away. The little whiskey he had taken might have been working on him, I thought to myself.

I got home, and the next day he called to apologize, telling me he was going through a lot and that was why he behaved that way, so I should give him a chance to redeem himself.

I answered, “Wait. When I get the money to pay for what I will eat, I’ll let you know.”

I haven’t heard from him again. My worst date ever.

—Rita

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