I go on a lot of first dates and there are a few things that come up a lot.
Yes, I’m a feminist blogger who has also won a jello wrestling tournament.
Yes, I frequently let guys pay for things and open doors for me.
The truth is that there’s a whole equation that runs in my head when I’m figuring out what to do with the bill.
Do I like you?
Do you like me?
Do you seem to really want to pay for it?
Do I want you to get what you want?
Do you clearly link paying the tab with your masculinity and will it please me to deny you that?
Have you been a waste of my time?
Do you make more money than me?
Did you offer?
Will you be smug? I hate smug.