“My Boyfriend’s ‘Forgets’ His Wallet Every Time We Dine Out—Guess Who Ends Up Paying?”
When I first met Evan, I thought the universe had finally decided to throw me a bone. After all, I was 32, single, and juggling two part-time jobs that barely kept the lights on. My love life was a disaster—a carousel of bad dates, shallow conversations, and promises that evaporated faster than cheap perfume. Then …
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