Went Looking for Love and Got Accused of Marriage

Synopsis

Twenty minutes into my blind date, a woman walked up to our table and slapped down a 100-thousand-dollar bill. She said, "Mr. Johnson, this is your wife's tab at our med spa. She said you'd take care of it." Her voice cut through the restaurant's quiet atmosphere like a blade. Heads turned from the two tables next to us. I was still holding the menu, about to ask the woman across from me if she wanted lemonade. Then I looked up. There she stood, a woman in a black pantsuit, a name tag pinned to her chest that read: [Jocelyn Stanley, Manager, Flora Med Spa.] Behind her stood two assistants. One carried a folder, and the other had a phone raised in her hand like she was ready to start recording at any second. I glanced at the bill. The charges were itemized in careful detail. [Full-Face Anti-Aging Annual Package: 30 thousand dollars.] [Cellular Restoration Treatment Plan: 22 thousand dollars.] [Facial Contouring Lift: 18 thousand dollars.] [Ultimate Feminine Care Package: 13 thousand dollars.] [Premium Membership Deposit: 15 thousand dollars.] Along with a pile of add-on treatments, the total came out to exactly 100 thousand. After I read it, my first reaction wasn't anger. I was genuinely stunned. I was here on a blind date. The woman sitting across from me, Hazel Jacobs, had been introduced by my mother through a mutual acquaintance. She was a thirty-year-old lawyer, and this was the first time we had ever met. I had been single for all thirty-two years of my life. I'd never lived with a woman before. I didn't even know the exact process for registering a marriage. Somehow, a stranger was standing in front of me, telling me that my wife had spent 100 thousand at a med spa and that I was expected to pay for it.