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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Plane_Energy_8027 on 2025-06-04 18:48:33+00:00.

This happened last weekend and I’m still cringing into the void about it.

So I matched with this girl on Hinge who seemed way out of my league - like genuinely stunning and had her shit together. We’d been texting for weeks and I was determined not to blow it when we finally met up.

Being the galaxy brain genius I am, I suggested this upscale steakhouse downtown that I’d seen on Instagram. Problem is, I never actually looked at the menu prices. Just assumed it couldn’t be THAT expensive, right? Wrong. So fucking wrong.

We get there and I’m trying to play it cool while internally having a panic attack looking at these prices. $45 steaks, $18 cocktails, $12 for fucking BREAD. My checking account had maybe $200 and I’d already spent $30 on an Uber to get there because my car is currently held together by prayers and duct tape.

She orders wine, appetizers, the works - which is totally normal! But I’m sitting there doing mental math like some kind of deranged accountant, ordering the cheapest thing I can find (a $22 chicken Caesar salad that I pretended was “exactly what I was craving”).

The bill comes to $180. I genuinely considered faking a medical emergency lmao. Instead, I paid it with my credit card while dying inside, knowing I’d have to survive off ramen for the next three weeks.

Plot twist: she offered to split it and I was too embarrassed to say yes. Told her I “had it covered” like some kind of financial chad when I was literally broke.

We actually had a great time and she wants to see me again, but now I’ve set this precedent that I’m some kind of fancy restaurant guy when I usually consider Chipotle a splurge 😭

TL;DR: Tried to flex with money I don’t have, now eating instant noodles until payday while planning a second date I can’t afford