I went out for a walk with a nice guy from the internet. We walked in the park, it was very fun and enjoyable. After all, I liked him. I wanted to eat, but I didn’t want to interrupt the walk, and I didn’t want to get tired in the cafe, so I offered to go to the burger king, because I want to buy myself something to eat. I went in, I approached the terminal, he went to the box office. When I was almost done with the choice, he approached and added a couple of hamburgers to MY order. I was surprised, maybe he would pay with his card, but no, he looked at me.
It seems to be all, right?
Yes, I suppose I agreed.
He waited a few seconds, but seemed to have done nothing. Well, we liked each other, and the amount is not that big. Somewhere I will pay for him, somewhere he will pay for me. They paid and ate.
On the second date, he wanted an ice cream. We approached him, he chose, he gave him ice cream, he left. Do I have to pay the type? Maybe Naomi doesn’t have it. I bought it and paid for both. I decided to talk about it next time. I am embarrassed what to do.
The next date should have had a continuation. We met to sit in a cafe. He invited because the weather was not good for him. I didn’t mind walking in the rain. The place where we came was... Well, not the cheapest, but not like Pushkin. Usually the account for two I got there was about 2, 5-3k. The young man went to the toilet, and I called the waitress and asked to count us apart. I am what I order, he is what he ordered. He came back and we made orders. I ordered a salad, cake and tea, but the young man ordered a steak, seafood salad and some expensive non-alcoholic cocktail. I wasn’t worried about it, because I warned the waiter, so I just the evening and thought that if he would behave well today, I’t mind becoming his girlfriend. The ordered knight was not enough, he asked for some more pasta with seafood, I asked after that to bring the bill, because after an hour the transport stopped. The young man ate, brought the bill, he looked at me. Apparently, he did not plan to pay at all. But he did not notice that the number was two, because they were lying on each other. I called the waitress, paid with a card, thanked and gave the cupcake right into his hands. “What will you pay with a card?” - asked the waitress of my gorge-satellite, whose eyes were five rubles, when I was moving away from the cafe.
After that he wrote to me and asked why I left him alone in the cafe, tried to call, even once waited at home, only at the entrance opposite (the house with the letter P). A week later, he wrote that he didn’t need a girl who thought only about money. I don’t know what’s going on with him now, but I hope he doesn’t do that anymore.