On our first date, we went to a classy restaurant. As soon as we sat down, she smiled at the waiter and asked, “What’s the most expensive dish on your menu?” My heart sank. I was ready to pay for dinner, but I hadn’t planned for a meal that would leave me broke. The waiter froze, glanced at me, and then awkwardly cleared his throat. “That would be the Wagyu ribeye,” he said. “Market price—today it’s $175.” She grinned like it was a game. “Perfect. I’ll take that. And your priciest wine by the glass.” I forced a smile, nodded...
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