When my brother set me up on a date with his friend Andy,

I wasn’t thrilled, but I agreed to go.

To my surprise,

Andy seemed perfect — charming, thoughtful, and even brought me flowers.

Over dinner, he asked about my work, listened attentively, and treated me with kindness.

By the end of the night, I started to think maybe he really was different from the disappointing dates I’d had in the past.

Normally, I stick to a rule: no rides home on the first date.

But Andy insisted, saying it was the gentlemanly thing to do. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

He dropped me off safely and even waited until I was inside before driving away.

I went to bed feeling happy and a little hopeful — maybe, just maybe,

this was the start of something good.

The next morning, my phone buzzed with a notification that left me speechless: Andy had sent me a payment request.

It included charges for gas, parking, and even “car cleaning fees,” totaling over $37.

I laughed in disbelief, then sent him $50 with a note that read,

“Thirteen-dollar tip for opening my door. Cheers.” After that,

I blocked him and sent screenshots to my brother, who was as shocked as I was.

A week later, I saw a TikTok video from another woman sharing a nearly identical invoice — clearly,

Andy had a habit of doing this.

The comments roasted him,

and it was oddly satisfying to know I wasn’t the only one.

Looking back, I’m grateful for the experience.

It gave me a hilarious story to tell,

a good laugh with friends,

and a valuable reminder: always trust your gut — and always take your own ride home.