I’m 24, and last night I went on a date with a 41-year-old man.
Honestly, I expected it to be awkward.
Instead, he showed up in a car that probably cost more than my apartment, walked into the restaurant like he owned the place, and then did something I absolutely wasn't expecting.
He asked me about my job.
Not the usual “What do you do?”
He actually listened.
I told him how exhausted I was, how much I hated waking up every morning knowing I was going somewhere I didn’t even want to be.
He stared at me for a few seconds and said...