Attention Daddy Warbucks-y thousandaires: That's great that you wanted to sweep me off my feet by wining and dining me, but you blew it by dropping an insane amount of money on our first (and only) date.
You took me out for to a super fancy dinner at one of the best restaurants in town and then to fancy cocktails at a hotel as a nightcap. But, where do we go from there? Am I supposed to expect this first-class treatment on every date we go on? Put simply: I'm not a wise investment. It's only our first date. I'm still trying to figure out if I'm attracted to you and if I enjoy your company. Sorry, but this whirlwind night is putting me on edge. I feel like you're trying to wow me with all the wrong things. To paraphrase Shania Twain, this date doesn't impress me much.
By dropping, $200, $300, or even $400 dollars, you're putting waaaaay too much pressure on me. I can't enjoy this lovely wine because I'm too stressed about whether I want to kiss you at the end of this hullabaloo. And, even though you'll deny it, you are gonna expect something for the hundreds of dollars you just spent on me. You'll protest, "No! My Mom raised me this way. I'm just treating you like a lady." Yeah, a lady of the night!
Not to sound weird or ungrateful, but I see guys make this rookie mistake with me and my friends all the time. I'm not a finalist on The Bachelor. I don't need some insane production on our first date. No limos or helicopters or wild animals need to be rented. Honestly, a low-key dinner with great conversation will always be superior to a high-class date with a woefully skewed power dynamic. Besides, no one wants to date an ATM. It's not that much fun.