Bad Date Chronicles �2024-2026�

I matched with "Tyler" on a popular app. His bio was standard: "I love hiking, craft beer, and I'm a total expert in cryptocurrency." Red flag? Maybe. But I was bored and the hiking photos looked legit. We agreed to meet at a trendy outdoor beer garden. The "Expert" Arrives

He expected me to "pony up" for his three artisanal IPAs. Bad Date Chronicles

Tyler showed up 20 minutes late, wearing khakis and a button-down for what I thought was a casual outdoor hang. Within five minutes, I realized "expert" was code for "will not stop talking." He didn't ask a single question about me. Instead, he spent forty minutes explaining why Bitcoin is the future while repeatedly walking away mid-sentence to take macro photos of a ladybug on a nearby fence. The "Forgot My Wallet" Classic I matched with "Tyler" on a popular app

Welcome back to the Chronicles, where we turn our romantic tragedies into tonight’s entertainment. If you’ve ever wanted to fake a family emergency just to escape a conversation about a stranger's urologist appointment, this post is for you. But I was bored and the hiking photos looked legit

As I reached for my bag, he asked if I had any job referrals at my company because he was currently "between opportunities". The Grand Finale

I told him I’d have to check my schedule. Then I went home, blocked his number, and poured a very large glass of wine. 🚩 Red Flag Roundup: This Week’s Lessons