When Eric insisted on paying for our first date, I thought I’d met a true gentleman. Roses, a sweet gift, charming conversation — he was checking all the boxes. When he texted me the next day, I expected a cute follow-up, but my stomach dropped when I read his message.
My best friend, Mia, meant well when she offered to set me up on a date, but her skills as a matchmaker were completely untested.“He’s super nice, Kelly! Total gentleman. You’ll love him,” Mia insisted over the phone while I rummaged through my closet.“You’ve never set me up before,” I reminded her. “What makes you think you know my type?”
“Because I know you better than anyone,” she replied confidently. “Plus, Chris vouches for him too. They’ve been friends for ages.”That gave me pause. Chris, Mia’s boyfriend, was a pretty good judge of character. If he thought this Eric guy was decent, maybe there was hope.“Fine,” I sighed. “Show me a picture at least.”A moment later, my phone pinged with an incoming message.
