A Week In New York City On An $85,500 Income - She works as a server at a restaurant, and dates for freebies

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Day One

10 a.m. — I start my day by watching hours of 90 Day Fiancé. I’m behind on season six. Can’t wait for the tell-all. Larissa is crazy.

12:30 p.m. — I place a Seamless order for vegetable spring rolls, drunken noodles with shrimp, and a ginger ale. $23.57

2 p.m. — I’m eating and chatting with a couple guys from Tinder and Bumble. One guy says he’s from New York in his profile but is actually moving here in two months. For some reason, I’m annoyed he lied in his bio, so I unmatch him.

4 p.m. — Haven’t found anyone interesting today but I’ve been talking to a guy, E., from Bumble for a while now, so I text him to see if he’s around. We plan for drinks at 8. We’ve met up for coffee a couple times, but our schedules have never synced up for a date date because as a server, I never have work off Thursday through Saturday. And as a 9-to-5er, he can’t usually have a late night date during the week. I requested today off for a concert that I ended up changing my mind about, though, so we can finally meet up for a real date. I spend a few more hours watching Hulu before getting ready around 6:30.

8 p.m. — E. and I meet at a bar near his apartment that I’ve never been to before. We have a few drinks, and I mention the new Marvel movie coming out. Turns out, he’s Marvel-obsessed and he takes me through comic book history. It’s kinda cute, but I’m going to need a couple more drinks. At the end of the night, he picks up the tab.

Daily Total: $23.57

Day Two

10 a.m. — I wake up at E.’s apartment. I guess the comic book thing worked out for him…and me :). He doesn’t have to go into work today, so we spend the day together.

10:30 a.m. — E. makes us breakfast: omelets with milk and cheese, and asks if I wanted to stick around or go home, a question I find very awkward. I say I’d like to spend the day with him, but I don’t feel very fresh and want to shower. He hands me a towel, and I ask him to run to Duane Reade to buy me a pack of granny panties while I get ready, since I don’t want to wear last night’s pair all day while we’re out and about. He looks at me like I’m from Mars, but hey, if we’re close enough to hook up, we’re close enough for you to go on an underwear run for me. I give him $10 in cash and don’t bother asking for change. $10