Half Baked

This happened a few years ago, but it still remains one of the worst dates I ever had. I had a hunch this guy I was dating was a bit of a tight wad, but I didn't know how much until this final day came. We had spent most of the day together hanging out at his place when he said he was hungry and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. I said, "Well, I'm not as hungry as you are, but still I will go." I shouldn't have said that, at least not to a known tight wad. We ended up at place where you wait in line to place your order, and then you take a seat at a table and then they bring out your plates. If you want a salad, you tell them, they give you a plate, and then you get it yourself at the salad bar. As we were waiting in line, he said, "Since you're not very hungry, why don't I buy just one dinner and we split it?" I thought I was going to get half of his steak, half of his potato, half of his bread, and half of his salad. That was fine with me, so I said okay. But no, that's not what he meant, and this was when I realized just how selfish this guy was. He got the steak dinner, and he got up and got a salad, too. When he came back, he had the plate covered in everything he liked, and on about one quarter of the plate he had a small salad for me with my type of dressing on it. This was my half of the dinner! I sat there and watched him gobble down all this food in front of me. Needless to say, I refused to ever date him again. What a jerk!

— Elaine, 28

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