Based on my dating experiences in Portland, there’s a 50-50 chance we’ll split the check. And if we do, my credit card might be declined. Then he’ll know I’m a mess of an adult who can barely pay her bills lately – but wow, these oysters are good. My first-date outfit says I know the difference between kumamotos and shigokus, and can afford to splurge on them both. I’m determined to maintain this veneer of class.
“Sure!” I answer. “Let’s have another dozen.”
As a freelance writer, I’ve accepted that I will never make a ton of money. My life is an