steve never lets you pay. you’ve been dating for months now and he’s been a perfect gentleman. you’re sitting at some nice italian place. it’s local, the lighting is romantic, and you’ve had a couple glasses of wine. the check comes and he reaches for it. “baby, i can pay this time.” you tell steve, pulling out your card. he stops you, grabbing your wrist. “that’s ridiculous.” he says with a smile and an eye roll. “give me your purse, honey.” he says. he doesn’t let go of your other hand, but puts his credit card in your wallet. “now you can pay, baby. knock yourself out.” he says smugly.