I met Kyle–the king of the nice guys–-at the movies the following afternoon for a matinee. We were both late and after he paid for the tickets, he rushed us off to our designated room and mumbled something about not having anymore cash for snacks. I was looking forward to mixing popcorn and peanut M&M’s, but clearly Kyle wanted to scurry past the concession stand and since we were already missing the beginning of the movie, I let it go.
We walked into the dark theater where Michael B. Jordan was already at the boxing gym practicing. We missed his entire transition from suit & tie to boxer shorts. I sighed. Without lowering his voice at all, Kyle said, “Where should we sit?”
I looked at him through squinted eyes and said, “Shhh!” I grabbed his hand and walked up the stairs until we found two seats on the end of a row. We plopped down.
“Are you OK?” Kyle asked in his regular speaking voice.
“Shhh!” I slapped him on the thigh.
He laughed and turned his attention to the movie. About 20 minutes in, he looked over to me and said, “Sorry I’m not able to get any snacks. My bank…”
I shushed him again, even though I was definitely thinking about that scurry away from the concession stand when we walked in.
After the movie, I assumed Kyle and I would go for lunch, but I remembered his mumbling about not being able to buy food at the movies, so I asked, “Where to next?”
Kyle scratched his chin and then said, “Well, this is gonna be awkward, but I need to go to the bank. A fraud alert cut my card off, so I’m out here with no money.” He smiled. “I know, I sound like a bum.”
“No you don’t. It happens. Better safe than sorry,” I wasn’t about to offer to get us lunch, so I waited on Kyle to figure out his next move.
“Let’s walk down to the bank. Mine is open on Sundays,” We walked down to the bank, which closed at 3:00 p.m. and it was 3:07. The doors were locked. Kyle sighed, “I hate that this is happening in front of you. I don’t want you to think that I am trying to be cheap. Let me call them.”
For the next 30 minutes, Kyle stayed on the phone with his bank and I considered telling him not to worry about it and we could go out another time. I also considered that he may have been testing my willingness to contribute. I had no issue contributing, but I figured since he invited me out and this was our first official date, that he would be the man and pay. I can’t be alone in those assumptions. Plus, I’ve been on way too many dates where I had to pay. This here is a new dawn, a new day and a new life for me and I feel like keeping my coins in my pocket.
Another 20 minutes and Kyle’s bank drama was handled. They released his money and we were off to grab lunch. “You’re so patient. I appreciate that,” Kyle said as we walked to the nearest taco spot.
“No worries,” Kyle had no idea of the mental torture I was putting myself through in thinking that he was lying to me about his money to get me to pay for the rest of the date. “Glad they worked it out for you,” I smiled innocently.