When I was young and stupid, I always paid for the first date.
Now that I'm older and classless, when the bill comes, I just fold my arms across my chest and stare at the girl, sometimes making gestures with my eyebrows, until she caves and foots the bill herself. On the odd occasion this doesn't work, I simply excuse myself on the pretext of going to the bathroom, and then I leave the restaurant/cafe and don't come back.
I'm still waiting for a girl to simply pay the whole bill without my having to go through this rigmarole. And when said girl comes along, I will know I have found the girl I'm going to marry.
Unless, of course, she's ugly. Then it's pretty much just a free sammich.
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