I went on a first date with Mark, a guy I met on a dating app. His bio screamed “high-maintenance fitness bro,” but I figured I could keep up. What I didn’t expect was his obsession with control.From the moment we sat down at a fancy Italian restaurant, he lectured me about his 5 AM workouts, strict meal plans,
and how “food is fuel, not for pleasure.” When I dared to order truffle gnocchi, he raised an eyebrow and said, “You can tell a lot about a person’s self-respect by what’s on their plate.”I was already half-planning my exit when the dessert menus arrived. Before I could even touch mine, Mark reached across the table, shut it, and told the waiter, “She’ll pass. She’s had enough.”