When Lisa earns her much-deserved promotion, she wants to go out and celebrate with her boyfriend, Troy. At the restaurant, Lisa learns that Troy just wants to put on a façade and be the ‘man’—disrespecting her and her hard-earned role. But when he gives his number to a waitress, things take a turn, causing Lisa to embarrass Troy and walk out of their relationship.
It was meant to be a night of pure celebration. After six months at my new job, I had finally earned a significant promotion and was eager to share the joy with Troy, my boyfriend.
He suggested the new upscale restaurant in town, famous for its ambiance and gourmet menu.
“Let’s just get dressed and go out, Lisa,” he said. “We don’t do this very often, so let’s make the most of it.”
I had to agree; we rarely did this—we rarely decided to go out and indulge in anything.
“Fine,” I agreed. “A night out is exactly what we need.”
And I believed that we needed it. Mainly because, as much as I wanted to believe that Troy and I were supposed to last forever, I had begun to see some cracks in our relationship. Something just felt different.
I was happy in my job, but Troy wasn’t happy in his.
“I do so much, but nobody bothers to recognize me,” he said grimly one evening when he came over for salsa night.
Troy sat on the couch and dug his chips into the salsa and guacamole, complaining about work the entire evening.
It was because of his moods regarding work that I didn’t tell him anything good about my job.
“Maybe you just need to give it more time,” I said, handing him a frozen margarita. “You just started there a few months ago.”
“Lisa, please,” he said. “You wouldn’t understand. Let me be.”
But when I had gotten news of this new promotion, there was no way that I was going to keep it to myself. I wanted to celebrate and be celebrated, and I hoped that Troy would want to do just that.
To my surprise, he seemed really excited about it, and he told me that he was proud of me.
“Really, babe,” he said when he came over to my apartment to pick me up. “This is a big deal, and I’m proud of you.”
The evening started beautifully. Troy showed up with a bouquet of flowers, and he sat down and waited while I got ready. Usually, he wasn’t pleased if I was still getting ready when he arrived, but this evening was different.
“Come on,” I said. “I’m ready!”
Troy put his phone away and stood up, leading the way out of my apartment to where his car was waiting for us.
We drove in silence, but for once, the silence wasn’t tense—it was peaceful, and I felt that maybe Troy was changing. That he was becoming someone who wanted to be here and be present with me.
The soft lighting and the stunning view of the city skyline from our table set a romantic backdrop for our evening. We toasted to my success, with Troy raising his glass of champagne high.
“To the most amazing woman I know,” Troy cheered, clinking his glass against mine. “And to many more successes to come.”
“To us and to the future!” I echoed, suddenly caught up in the moment.
We went through the menu and ordered our meals while Troy spoke about the shared dreams that we had—from the Bali holiday that we had been speaking about for a long time, to wanting to move in together soon.
“I just think it’s time,” Troy said. “And now that you have your promotion, it will be much easier for us.”
Everything went along well, until the waitress brought our food over. Troy kept glancing at her, hoping to catch her eye—he winked at her twice.
I didn’t want to make a scene about it—Troy did this whenever he had something to drink. He behaved as though being a flirt was second nature.
But then, as we neared the end of our meal, I noticed a change in Troy. His usual easy smile tightened when the check was brought to our table. He smiled at the waitress as she stepped aside.
“You should let me pay with your card,” he said, a strain of insistence in his voice.
I was surprised. On the one hand, I didn’t mind paying for the dinner because it was my promotion and I was making a lot more money than I had before. But at the same time, I had also hoped that Troy would want to spoil me for the night.
“Why can’t you use your own card?” I asked, surprised by the frown on his face.
Troy’s irritation was barely concealed.
“Clearly because you’re the one who got promoted, and I don’t have enough money for these fancy dinners, Lisa! You know that, and yet you act like you don’t.”
I was confused by his logic.
“I’ll just pay with my card,” I said, putting my handbag on the table. “It’s not a big deal.”
My boyfriend’s face hardened as he took a sip of his whiskey—he had switched from champagne halfway through the meal.
“It’s embarrassing, Lisa,” he said. “It’s like you’re actually trying to humiliate me by not letting me be the man who pays.”
I didn’t know how to react to Troy’s words. It didn’t make sense to me. And I couldn’t understand what the waitress had to do with who was paying for our meal.
I would have retaliated and stood up for myself, but I could feel my energy being drained by Troy.
I felt cornered. And because I wanted to avoid making a scene, I reluctantly handed over my card.
Troy smirked and picked up my card, signaling for the waitress with an exaggerated flourish, presenting my card as if he were performing a grand gesture.
“I’ll be right back with the card machine,” the waitress said.
Feeling uneasy, I excused myself to the restroom. I just needed a moment to be myself. Troy did this all the time. But I thought that the evening was going well and that he was changing.
Of course, I was wrong.
Before thinking it through, I pulled my phone out and logged onto my banking app. With a few swipes and clicks, I had blocked my card.
Let’s see him pay now, I thought to myself.
On my way back, I paused near the bar, my attention caught by Troy’s laughter from across the room.
He was flirting openly with the waitress, scribbling something onto a napkin—presumably his phone number.
He handed it to her with a wink. I was stunned. I was hurt. A rush of indignation surged through me.
I returned to the table as the waitress spoke.
“I’m sorry, but there seems to be a problem,” she said. “Your card was declined.”
Troy’s confident façade crumbled as he stammered, turning away.
“What?” he asked. “Surely that can’t be right.”
Feigning concern, I suggested that Troy call the bank.
He sat back in his chair and pulled out his phone, dialing the bank and putting the call on speaker.
The representative asked for the card number, which Troy read off my card, followed by a request for the account password.
Finally, Troy hesitated. He was at a loss.
“Okay, Sir,” the person said through the phone. “If you can verify the last three transactions, it would help.”
The waitress hopped from one foot to the other.
“I can answer that,” I said. “A lavender-scented candle, some skincare products, and a new book. And Sir, the name on the card is Lisa Simmons.”
The waitress’s expression cleared with understanding, and Troy was left floundering for a response.
I then pulled out another card and paid the bill myself.
“Lucky I have two cards,” I told Troy and the waitress. “But babe, since you enjoyed the service, I think you can get the tip.”
Troy, red-faced, scrambled through his wallet, pulling out only expired coupons and a few small bills.
I stood up, waiting for Troy to say something—anything, but he sat there tight-lipped.
“Hey, I didn’t take his number,” the waitress said, a smirk playing on her lips. “I just threw the napkin away.”
“I’ll find my own way home,” I told Troy as I walked out into the night.
As I walked outside, I didn’t know if I had made a mistake. But at the end of the day, no relationship should make a person second guess themselves or make them feel like celebrating themselves is wrong.
Which is something that Troy did all the time.
I think I’m finally done with him.
What would you do?
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Unlocking the World’s Greatest Mysteries
The world is an enthralling place full of mysterious things that never cease to amaze us with their appearance and, of course, their mysterious uses. Ultimately, not all issues can be resolved with a quick Google search, particularly if you’re not sure exactly what you’re looking for.
There are many mysteries in the world every day that pique our interest and compel us to solve. We have access to online communities of investigators that share our enthusiasm for delving into these mysteries, all thanks to the power of the internet. Together, we can delve deeper into untold tales and unearth surprising facts as we explore the world’s amazing tapestry. The quest for knowledge has crossed geographical boundaries, putting a multitude of knowledge and experience at our disposal.
But amid the amazement and astonishment, a common reality surfaces: most of the time, things are not as remarkable as they initially appear to be. These are six intriguing discoveries that raised questions and yielded surprising revelations.
Is It Trash or Something Else?
In their rubbish drawer, an original poster discovered an enigmatic item. They referred to it as a “scoopy doodad” and looked to the internet for support and guidance. It was described as being incredibly heavy, having no markings, and having a little hole on top, raising the question, “What could it be?”
Netizens found that the response was surprising. What appeared to be an object was actually the nozzle of a vintage Sunbeam Mixmaster juicer attachment. A little sieve to remove pulp was attached to the wire portion.
5. A Found Old Cabinet
One user found an object in an antique cabinet that was completely composed of glass and had small holes running the length of it. They posted a picture of it online, curious about its intended use, and hoped for answers.
Many individuals quickly realized that a flower frog was the solution. This glass item served as a vase support for flower arrangements. Foam and gels had rendered it obsolete.
4. A Bulky Glass Item
A photo of a hefty glass object with a narrow hole on top and no markings was published on Reddit by another user. They pondered over its identification and looked for explanations.
An oil candle turned out to be the unexpected solution, as one astute netizen discovered. Who would have thought?
3. The Mysterious Item Covered in a Bedroom Drawer
A Reddit member discovered an odd item with a suede or soft leather bottom while searching through their bedroom drawer. Perplexed, they looked to the internet community for clarification.
Many were surprised to learn that the solution was a nail buffer. The original poster admitted to not taking good care of their nails and was shocked to learn this.
2. What’s Underneath Those Flooring?
A user shared a picture of a silver-colored device that looked like an old-fashioned scissor and questioned what it was used for. It was concealed beneath the floorboards of a house built in the 1800s.
An interesting response was given by a helpful netizen: it was used to take the top off of soft-boiled eggs. The accuracy of the response was promptly confirmed by another user.
1. An Improbable Hotel Room Discover
One visitor found a vertical slot inside their bedside table while staying at a hotel. Their goal intrigued them, so they looked to the internet community for solutions.
It turns out that the purpose of the slot was to hold a tablet or laptop while it charged overnight. It wouldn’t take up much space on the nightstand in this manner. A user who had asked about it at their own hotel verified the response. The initial poster immediately acknowledged how similar the hotel was to the one in Philadelphia.
The internet has given us the ability to collaborate and decipher the mysteries concealed behind seemingly commonplace objects in a world full of riddles. A few clicks away, there’s always something waiting to be discovered. So embrace your curiosity and explore the mysterious wonders all around you.
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