When my brother set me up with his friend Andy, I wasn’t thrilled—but I gave it a chance. To my surprise, he was polite, charming, and even brought flowers. Dinner was full of laughter, and by dessert, I felt hopeful.
Breaking my own rule, I let him drive me home. He waited until I was safely inside—a rare act of courtesy. I went to bed smiling.
The next morning, I woke to a $37 payment request from Andy: gas, parking, and a “car cleaning fee.” I sent him $50 with the note, “$13 tip for opening my door,” then blocked him.
Later, I saw other women share the same story online. Turns out, Andy invoices all his dates. Lesson learned.
