When Eric demanded to pay for our first date, I thought I’d met a true nobleman. Roses, a sweet gift, appealing conversation — he was examining all the boxes. When he texted me the next day, I predicted a cute follow-up, but my stomach lowered when I read his message.
My best friend, Mia, meant well when she provided to set me up on a date, but her skills as a matchmaker were totally unproved.
“He’s super nice, Kelly! Total gentleman. You’ll love him,” Mia insisted over the phone while I discovered through my closet.
“You’ve never set me up before,” I reminded her. “What makes you think you know my type?”
“Because I know you better than anyone,” she replied joyfully. “Plus, Chris vouches for him too. They’ve been friends for ages.”
That gave me pause. Chris, Mia’s boyfriend, was a pretty good judge of character. If he thought this Eric guy was honorable, maybe there was hope.
“Fine,” I sighed. “Show me a picture at least.”
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