I went on a date thinking I’d finally met someone who had it together. He ordered the fanciest things on the menu, talked about his love for fine dining, and flashed stories about weekend trips to Milan. I thought, “This one is a catch.”
Then the bill came. He suggested we split it. I didn’t show how bothered I was, but minutes after we parted ways, my phone buzzed.
“Hey! I just noticed you still owe me $3.75 for your half,” he said flatly.
At first, I laughed, waiting for him to say “Just kidding.” But his voice stayed serious. He had gone back through the receipt and realized the coffee refill I’d had wasn’t included in our split.
I was stunned but said, “Sure, I’ll send it.” I did—not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want him texting me again.
Two days later, he did. This time, he sent a photo of an espresso receipt from a coffee stop we’d made after dinner, insisting I owed him for sipping half.
I texted, “You’re joking, right?” He replied with a thumbs-up emoji and said: “It’s about fairness. Little costs add up.”
That’s when I told him we weren’t a match.
But fate had other plans. A week later, I saw him at a rooftop party. He walked right up like nothing happened and whispered, “You still owe me for that sparkling water you ordered at the party after dinner.”
“It was complimentary!” I snapped. He smirked and said, “Nothing is really free.”
Later, my friend Maribel filled me in—he had a reputation. Women said he demanded money for “wear and tear” on his car, deducted napkin costs from bills, and even argued over complimentary bread.
I felt better knowing it wasn’t personal, but still wondered—why?
Life answered that a month later at a charity gala. I spotted him slipping envelopes from a donation box. I told Maribel, who went to the event coordinator. Security escorted him out, and whispers spread. Days later, I got a message from one of the donors, thanking me for protecting them. Someone even filed a police complaint.
He texted me once more: “Hope you’re happy. You ruined my reputation.” I didn’t reply, but I thought, “You did that yourself.”
Six months later, I saw him again—this time at a grocery store self-checkout. He looked thinner, worn out, his flashy watch gone.
“I guess I deserved it,” he said quietly.
He explained that he’d been drowning in debt and trying to hide it by acting rich and controlling every penny. The petty charges, the absurd receipts—it was his way of coping.
He apologized sincerely, saying he was now working two part-time jobs and learning how to treat people better.
I wished him well and meant it.
The lesson? People’s pettiness often hides battles you can’t see. It doesn’t excuse bad behavior, but you don’t have to carry it like your own burden. Set boundaries, speak up when needed, and walk away.
If someone shows you they value cents over sense—believe them. And if life later shows you their turning point—whether it’s karma, humility, or both—take it as a reminder that we’re all capable of change, even if it’s a messy road getting there.
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