So tonight I went on my first date since the breakup. A very nice and handsome man. We had Mexican food with good conversation. Then went to Target to shop for his secret santa at work, which was a lot of fun. Did sparks fly? Maybe a little bit, but I am a bit on guard. One of the best parts of the night is that he whipped out his wallet and tried to pay the bill. I said no way, I invited you. This is on me. He wouldn’t let me and we decided to evenly split the bill. At the end we gave each 1/2