I was always a tightwad. At least, that’s what my friends called me. I didn’t date much because that cost too much. A girl invited me to go to a dance with her when I was in the 11th grade. I thanked her, but told her I was broke. She offered to pay and that made me feel bad (guilty).
I relented and took her and paid for the evening. The next day, my dad asked me if I had a good time. I told him not really. Then he asked me how much I spent because he said, “I know you have it down to the penny. That’s why you didn’t have a good time.” He then said, “You better get over being a cheapskate.”