Dead After Our New Year's Blind Date
Language: en
My New Year's Day blind date opened with a demand: two kids in three years. My response? "Are you in a rush to die?" That was enough to make him storm out. But when I went to pay, the waitress informed me that my date hadn't just skipped out on the bill—he’d added a table's worth of limited-edition specials before he left. "The total comes to $3,800, miss. How will you be paying?" I tried calling Mark, but his phone went straight to voicemail. He was ghosting me. Left with no other choice, I gritted my teeth, paid the bill, and sent a text message wishing his entire family a very special…