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I went on a Tinder date. I know, I know…
He picked me up from my house and we went to the beach. It’s like a mile from my house so it was a quick ride.
We had a good time at the beach and then we got a milkshake. I know you’re saying, “aww” at this point but wait.
He suggested we SPLIT the milkshake. I wanted a full one to myself. It’s a milkshake. I love milkshakes way too much to share.
Anyways, we finish the milkshake and then he drops me off at my house.
Then he texts me.
I’m figuring he’ll say, “so great to meet you-def wanna do that again.”
But nah…instead he said, “hey can you Venmo me $15 for gas?”
What? We literally went 1.2 miles. You would be making money from this date if I paid you and you made me SPLIT a milkshake.
I didn’t reply and we never spoke again. I also didn’t Venmo him. Whoops.
Thanks for the half of that milkshake dawg.
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