Dating Dilemma: Who Pays?

The worst part of any date for me is when the bill arrives. Who pays? The man? The woman? The one who initiated the date? Should you always offer to go dutch? Should you make a half-hearted attempt to reach for your purse? Should you insist on paying half? Should he (or she) pay for one date and you pay for the next? Does it matter who pays?

Three date “payment” issues stick in my mind.

Once upon a time I decided to explore internet dating. Truth be told, I wanted to write a book which was going to be titled “Finding Mr Right on the Internet”. My research involved going on numerous dates courtesy of Match.com. The majority of dates were okay, one date was really good and we ended up hanging out for a short while but there was one particular date experience that made me delete my profile from match.com
Let’s call Mr Bad Date, “Tony”…Tony was a singing salesman, at least that is how he described himself when I asked him that boring, routine question “ So, what do you do?” After some more conversation it turned out that Tony was a door to door salesman but really wanted to be a singer. He had tried out unsuccessfully for some of the music contests on TV. It was a fun date though – we initially met in a tapas bar where we had sangria (he picked up the tab), then he suggested we continue for dinner (he picked up the tab again) and then he suggested we go dancing but we ended up at another bar (again he picked up the tab), but something different happened this time. Halfway through he excused himself to go to the loo and when he returned asked if I had picked up the tab already to which I responded “No”…so he picked up the tab. Truth be told I was so broke at that point in time so also wasn’t feeling flush enough to pick up tabs.
It was almost midnight when we left the bar. “It’s almost midnight” he said, “Can I crush at yours?” “No” was my shocked response. I had just met this guy and wasn’t about to let him spend the night at mine.

After the date I had a post mortem with my best friend at the time and she laughed at the idea of dating a travelling salesman who wanted to be singer. “What, he’s 40 and he’s still harbouring dreams of being a singer?, that is never going to happen” I thought back over the date and thought “Hmm, okay I had fun but now I’m not sure if I actually want to continue seeing this guy”. So when Tony contacted me the following day to find out if I wanted to play tennis, I said “I just want you to know that I only want friendship”. He was furious and I could sense the venom emanating from the computer. “So why did you let me spend so much money on you last night. What century are you from?” I was shocked; I had never had anyone throw the money they had spent on me in my face.

On the other hand I have been on other dates where the men get affronted when you even reach for your purse. One guy said to me “This is not London you know” when I offered to go Dutch. Only last week I had a guy say to me, “You know in Africa, the men always pay” when I offered to pay for part of our meal.

So what is the real deal? When do you offer to pay and when do you not? Is there a racial/cultural element to who pays when you go on a date? Yes, Tony was white but in that same period of internet dating I went out with at least one other white man who picked up the tab when we went to the bar and an asian/mixed race man who did the same when we went for coffee. At the same time I recall going to Pizza Hut many years ago with a Ghanaian man who said “Show me the money” when our takeaway arrived and I dutifully paid for our pizza.

What have been your date “payment” issues? Any experiences to share? Any advice? Should I go on a date when I have no money? Shall I always offer to pay? Should I go dutch? What do you do?

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