I went on a first date with Mark—charming at first, but by dinner, his true colors showed.
When the dessert menu came, he scoffed, “Dessert is just empty calories,” and closed it for me. That was my cue.
When the server returned, I smiled, turned to Mark, and said, “Dessert is a privilege.” I ordered two—not for us,
but for the fabulous older ladies behind us. I joined them, laughed over wine and cake, while Mark sat alone with his sad grilled fish.
Before leaving, I turned back and said, “If he flirts with you, just say you like chocolate.” The whole place laughed.
Two days later, the server messaged me: “You’re a legend.”Moral? Never let anyone police your plate. Order dessert—for yourself and for karma.
