Real-Life Dating Nightmares: The Misleading Millionaire

• It started with Bumble and Sushi.

  

  My worst dating story began one dreary afternoon. I arrived at a local sushi spot to meet Neil, a beguiling gentleman with a nicely sculpted physique whom I'd been chatting with via Bumble for the greater part of the month.

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• Neil was your typical ‘finance’ guy.

  

  Neil worked in 'finance' (along with every other dude in NYC) and could never quite commit to a date because his job was simply 'too demanding.'

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• At least he was hot!

  

  But alas, a date was set. Upon arrival, I was pleased to see Neil's physical appearance was indeed every bit as enticing as his profile, but I was slightly taken aback by his venue of choice.

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• Here? Really?

  

  This sushi restaurant, in particular, looked more like a take out joint or somewhere you would pop in to grab a quick/cheap lunch in the middle of the workday!

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• I wasn't impressed.

  

  It certainly would not be my first choice for a first date, but I digress.

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• What's this?

  

  Neil and I posted up in a booth by the window and as the waitress approached Neil immediately whipped out a creased piece of paper from his wallet to present to her.

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• Groupon? Seriously?

  

  Neil had a Groupon deal for an unlimited sushi dinner for two for $18 per person.

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• Dating is expensive. I get it.

  

  I sympathize with the fact that dating — especially for men — can get quite expensive, so any efforts to make the process more economical should not be subject to judgment. Especially from someone like me, who carries a $1200 handbag, yet makes rent by the skin of my teeth. Don't judge me.

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• I agreed to a second date. Could Neil commit?

  

  Overall, the date was relatively pleasant. Perhaps I've had better, but I've also had worse. At the end of our all-you-can-eat sushi meal, we decided to make plans for the following week for a second date...

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• Nope.

  

  But once again, Neil's job proved entirely too demanding to commit to a date.  After several weeks of setting a date, postponing the date, canceling last minute, then starting the process over yet AGAIN, I'd had it.

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• Neil needed to get over himself.

  

  I gave Neil a piece of my mind informing him that many people have demanding jobs and families yet still manage to not become a complete slave to their work. In other words, you're not THAT important.

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• I got ready to move on.

  

  After telling him I was sick of being discourteously blown off last minute I got ready to erase his number and move on with life as usual.

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• And then he sent me this nugget of gold:

  
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• Suddenly he's a 'millionaire'?

  

  This little f*ck stick wants me to believe he made $45 million… As last year's 'bonus'…

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• Who……..DOES THAT?!

  

  Seriously?! A screenshot of his bank statement (which my guess is fake).  Who……..DOES THAT?!

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• AAANNND uses a Groupon? I’m done.

  
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