Splitsville

Same dealio.  Bill came.  He didn’t even look at it.  Just put enough cash down to cover exactly half the bill.  I got out my credit card. The waitress took the bill away, then came back, setting the bill down in front of him.

“Oh no, that goes to her.”

I smiled sarcastically as I signed my name.  You know, maybe he was raised to be cheap.  What can I say.  Then I started to think through the meal.  I got tea.  He got a mimosa.  His brunch was more expensive than mine.  And he got another mimosa!  But still…we split the bill.

Done and done.  This was more than cheap; it was plain unacceptable.

I didn’t respond to his follow-up emails, then started to feel bad.  So this was my response.

“hi dan, i just got back from nyc.  i was there supporting our ceo at a conference.

paris was wonderful.  it was my fourth time there, but surprisingly the best vacation i’ve ever been on.  lots of locals to tell us all the fun things to do.  and the wedding was amazing.

i don’t know how to put this, so i’ll just throw it out there and see.  i like hanging out with you. i think you’re smart, fun, interesting, really engaging.  but was a little thrown off by the bill-splitting.  i guess it’s just not something i’m used to.  obviously something i do with friends.  but if that’s the case, i’m really not looking to add friends to my expansive network.  i barely have enough quality time to spend with my very best friends.  i have been thinking a lot about this…maybe i just have high expectations?  but i have broached the subject with several guys friends and they all seem to agree with me. 

let me know if my logic is flawed.

catherine”