It is said that a guy went on a blind date.

The two of them just sat down, and hadn’t exchanged three words.
The woman stirred her coffee, and the spoon scraped against the porcelain wall, making a sound that was not loud but very sharp.
Then she looked up, as if looking at an object, and scanned him from head to toe.
The air instantly cooled.
She placed the spoon on the table, leaned back, and directly said, “No money, what are you dating for?”
The man had just reached out, ready to grab his water glass, but his hand froze in mid-air.
He watched helplessly as the woman picked up her bag, got up, turned around, and left— all in less than ten seconds, without even a “Goodbye.”
Her high heels clacked on the floor, thud, thud, each step like a drumbeat.
Several tables around turned their eyes toward her.
The waiter stood nearby, holding a menu, pretending to look elsewhere.
He just sat there alone, staring at the nearly untouched coffee across from him, the steam already gone.
He suddenly seemed to realize something: the so-called blind date isn’t about exchanging, but about showing your payment code first.
In plain English, this isn’t about finding a partner.
It’s about verifying funds.