Date Chronicles: Bad

He expected me to "pony up" for his three artisanal IPAs.

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

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. He expected me to "pony up" for his three artisanal IPAs

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 As we walked to our cars, he told

This blog post is designed for the —a space dedicated to the hilariously cringeworthy world of modern dating. It uses a mix of humor, relatable tropes, and real-world dating "horror" stories to engage readers. The Bad Date Chronicles: The "Expert" and the Empty Wallet Posted by: Anonymous | Date: April 28, 2026