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.
As I reached for my bag, he asked if I had any job referrals at my company because he was currently "between opportunities". The Grand Finale Bad Date Chronicles
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 When the tab finally came, the "crypto-millionaire" suddenly
