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I told him I’d have to check my schedule. Then I went home, blocked his number, and poured a very large glass of wine. 🚩 Red Flag Roundup: This Week’s Lessons

When the tab finally came, the "crypto-millionaire" suddenly had a crisis. He patted his pockets, looked genuinely distressed, and claimed he’d left his wallet in his other khakis. Bad Date Chronicles

I paid. As we walked to our cars, he told me he felt a "spiritual connection" and asked if I wanted to come meet his dog... at his parents' house... where he was currently staying. I told him I’d have to check my schedule

Tyler showed up 20 minutes late, wearing khakis and a button-down for what I thought was a casual outdoor hang. Within five minutes, I realized "expert" was code for "will not stop talking." He didn't ask a single question about me. Instead, he spent forty minutes explaining why Bitcoin is the future while repeatedly walking away mid-sentence to take macro photos of a ladybug on a nearby fence. The "Forgot My Wallet" Classic He patted his pockets, looked genuinely distressed, and

I matched with "Tyler" on a popular app. His bio was standard: "I love hiking, craft beer, and I'm a total expert in cryptocurrency." Red flag? Maybe. But I was bored and the hiking photos looked legit. We agreed to meet at a trendy outdoor beer garden. The "Expert" Arrives