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The following morning, I sat down with my coffee and opened my laptop, fully expecting a “hope you got home safe” email or a request for a second meeting. Instead, I found a message with a subject line that felt like a bucket of ice water: “Invoice for Services Rendered / Date of Jan 23.”
I laughed out loud, leaning back in my chair. I assumed it was a high-level piece of dry, sarcastic humor—a witty way of saying he wanted to see me again. But as I scrolled down, the laughter died in my throat. It was a formal, itemized spreadsheet. Eric had billed me for exactly half of the dinner total, half the cost of the roses, the full retail price of the engraved keychain, and a calculated portion of the gas he used to drive to the restaurant. But the most jarring entry was the final one: a $50 charge labeled “Emotional Labor and Curated Conversation.”
The bottom of the email contained a clinical, detached note. It stated that while he had enjoyed the evening, he felt that the “investment of resources” should be shared equally until a formal commitment was established. He requested that I settle the balance via a mobile payment app by the end of the business day. The message concluded with a subtle, veiled threat: he hoped I would “do the right thing” so he wouldn’t have to discuss my “lack of financial integrity” with Chris and Mia.
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