Order dessert—for yourself and for karma.

I recently went on a first date with a man named Mark, who seemed charming at first but quickly revealed his true colors during dinner.

As we finished our main course, the dessert menu arrived and Mark immediately dismissed it, declaring that dessert was nothing but empty calories. That moment was my cue to make a decision.

When the server returned, I smiled, turned to Mark, and confidently stated, “Dessert is a privilege.” I proceeded to order two desserts, not for us, but for the fabulous group of older ladies seated behind us. I joined them at their table, where we shared laughs, wine, and cake, while Mark sat alone with his sad grilled fish.

Before leaving the restaurant, I couldn’t resist turning back to Mark and the ladies and jokingly saying, “If he flirts with you, just say