My date surprised me by bringing her outspoken mother along on our first outing, and she began grilling me with questions — I chose to turn the tables on them

When Ronny met Denise for their initial date, he was stunned to see her mother, Claire, accompany her. During dinner, Claire’s invasive questions and extravagant orders exposed their real motives. However, Ronny, being sharp and composed, decided to humorously outsmart them.

I’ve been using dating apps for a while, enduring a few failed dates. But the one I’m about to share truly stands out!

Denise and I connected a couple of weeks ago, hitting it off quickly. She’s lovely and finds my silly jokes amusing. It wasn’t long before I invited her for a date.

Our busy schedules finally aligned last weekend. We chose a trendy, high-end restaurant downtown for our meeting.

I was thrilled. As usual, I arrived early to make a good impression. I soaked in the atmosphere—dim lights, chic decor, soft conversations. An ideal setting for a promising start.

Then she walked in, but she wasn’t alone.

Beside her stood an older woman, stylishly dressed with a gaze as sharp as a knife. My enthusiasm dipped.

“Hey, Ronny! This is my mom, Claire!” Denise introduced with a broad smile.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” I responded, masking my surprise.

Claire’s handshake was authoritative. “Hello, Ronny. I hope you don’t mind me joining you two tonight.”

“Of course not, the more, the merrier,” I lied nervously.

My thoughts were racing, puzzling over this awkward situation. Maybe it was a test, or perhaps she wanted backup in case I was a creep. Fair enough.

We sat down, and Claire quickly seized control of the conversation.

“So, Ronny, where do your parents work?” she inquired, her eyes scrutinizing me.

“Uh, my mom’s a teacher, and my dad’s an engineer, both retired now.”

“Interesting. And where do you live? Do you rent or own?” she pressed on.

“I live in a small house,” I answered, feeling like it was more of a job interview than a date.

“And what do you do for work? What’s your income?” Claire’s questions were relentless and personal.

I glanced at Denise for help, but she simply smiled and nodded.

“I’ve already told Denise about my job.”

Denise nodded, turning to her mom. “Ronny’s a business analyst.”

Claire gave an approving nod. “You seem suitable for my Denise, Ronny. We enjoy a luxurious life, which requires money.”

“I understand,” I replied, piecing together their intentions.

“We’d love the lobster,” Claire said, pointing to the menu. “You’re treating us, right?”

I looked at Denise, expecting her to intervene, but she just smiled.

This date was heading downhill. Claire was focused on my finances, and Denise was a silent spectator.

Desperation was building, but a crafty idea sparked.

If they wanted to play games, I’d join in.

I beamed. “Absolutely! Lobster it is! I can see you’re here for a serious discussion about my future with Denise.”

“She likes you very much, and ensuring her lifestyle is crucial,” Claire replied.

“I’ll provide. I earn millions from investments my dad made,” I lied convincingly.

Claire’s eyes gleamed, and Denise was stunned. I kept a straight face as the fib grew.

“I’ll care for Denise if we marry. She’ll handle our children, and of course, we’ll get a home for you close by.”

Their excitement was palpable. I had them hooked.

“Did you hear, Denise? A home for me!” Claire exclaimed.

Denise’s eyes lit up. “Ronny, you’re amazing. I’m so lucky!”

I maintained my charade. “Yes, luxury and family come first.”

Claire and Denise were imagining their lavish future. Claire began envisioning dream homes.

“I’ve always wanted a beach house with space for entertaining and a pool,” Claire mused.

“A walk-in closet and gourmet kitchen would be perfect,” Denise added.

I nodded. “That sounds wonderful. You’ll need to meet my other wives first.”

The atmosphere shifted. Claire’s smile froze, and Denise was speechless.

“Excuse me, what?” Claire’s tone was icy.

“Other wives?” Denise echoed, trembling.

“Yes, I have two other wives. They’re great, but spoiled kids had to go to foster homes. Expecting at least five kids will balance things.”

Their expressions turned to horror. Claire was aghast, and Denise seemed faint.

“Five children?” Denise whispered.

“This must be a joke!” Claire’s anger flared.

“Not at all. It’s a unique lifestyle you’ll love.”

“Ronny, why didn’t you say this before?” Denise asked.

“I didn’t think it relevant. But now, with plans being discussed, honesty is important.”

Claire’s fury was evident. “This is outrageous!”

I leaned back. “Just sharing my life. If you’re serious, these are details you should know.”

When the bill came, Claire glared at me. “Ronny, you’re paying?”

I smiled. “In my culture, women value their strength. This is your chance to showcase it.”

Outrage and confusion spread across their faces. Denise’s hands shook as she grabbed her purse.

“Are you kidding?” Denise’s voice rose.

“Not at all. This is your independence test,” I said, standing and leaving cash for my meal.

As I walked away, I heard them hurriedly gathering their things, voices rising in frustration.

Outside, I felt refreshed and proud. What began as a typical date transformed entirely.

Managing to outsmart them felt rewarding. I hadn’t let them exploit me and had the last laugh.

Standing up to entitled behavior feels empowering. Denise and Claire learned their lesson about manipulation.

It was an unforgettable first date, and a sharp reminder of my own wit and strength.

Life teaches us unexpected lessons, and that night, I learned to handle manipulative people effectively.

Outplaying them brought satisfaction more valuable than any dinner or gift.

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