Cherise and I matched online and hit it off quickly. After weeks of chatting, we planned a date at a trendy restaurant. I arrived early, eager to meet her, but she walked in with her mom, Claire—a sharply dressed woman with an air of authority.
Claire immediately started interrogating me. “What do you do for a living? Do you own your home? Where do your parents work?” It felt like an intense job interview. Then she declared, “We want lobsters. You’re treating us, right?” Cherise sat there smiling, clearly okay with the setup.
Realizing their game, I decided to play along. “Of course,” I said with a grin. “When Cherise and I marry, I’ll buy her a mansion and you a beach house.” Their excitement was short-lived when I added, “But my other wives need to approve first.”
They froze in shock. When the bill arrived, I smiled and said, “In my culture, strong women handle it.” I left cash for my share and walked out, savoring the sweet victory.
