Two days later, he did. This time, he sent a photo of an espresso receipt from a coffee stop we’d made after dinner, insisting I owed him for sipping half.

I texted, “You’re joking, right?” He replied with a thumbs-up emoji and said: “It’s about fairness. Little costs add up.”

That’s when I told him we weren’t a match.

But fate had other plans. A week later, I saw him at a rooftop party. He walked right up like nothing happened and whispered, “You still owe me for that sparkling water you ordered at the party after dinner.”

“It was complimentary!” I snapped. He smirked and said, “Nothing is really free.”

Later, my friend Maribel filled me in—he had a reputation. Women said he demanded money for “wear and tear” on his car, deducted napkin costs from bills, and even