To save or not to save??

I have a problem with cheap men. I have not had the misfortune to date a lot of them; however the cumulative dating experiences my friends and I have shared regarding tightwads only serve to solidify my antipathy for this phenomenon. Especially men who advertise their more than six figure incomes on match making web sites who call to “move up” your 6 o’clock dinner date to 4:30pm in anticipation of the two for one tapas special. Or men who pick you up in an eight series, gleaming silver BMW only to present the waiter with a twenty percent off coupon at the conclusion of the meal, without an ounce of shame as no attempts at discretion were made when bartering price with the waiter. Meanwhile your only recourse is to slowly sink deeper into your seat and pray that the earth will envelop you. Only the bus boy would notice your absence and he does not speak English, thus no reporting to the authorities.
If a man asks you out to dinner, regardless of the outcome of the date, he should possess some semblance of courtesy and pick up the bill, to prevent that ensuing “shifty eye syndrome” that occurs when the waitress places said bill in “Switzerland” aka the neutral zone or center of the table. The battle of wills ensues, shifting of eyes and beading of sweat above the pencil lip as he looks from the bill to you, bill to you hoping you will buckle and present the AMEX. Men presume the neutral zone presents the right to indecision, that if the waitress had placed the bill a fraction of an inch to the right of the dividing line in his direction, that would have eliminated any bent for cheapness and he would have miraculously paid the balance without batting an eye. Excuse my proverbial snorting. Once a cheapskate always a cheapskate, no matter how smooth the banter or glossy the exterior.
I once dated an air force pilot who owned two houses, a ford expedition, a refitted Porsche, with an impressive stock portfolio. He touted his strong belief in equal rights between the sexes but used it as a cloak behind which he hid his terribly cheap nature. It was insidious, trips to the restroom when the bill came to prevent his contribution, ordering one diet coke with two straws at a club under the guise of romantic sharing of drinks. Thought love is blind; I eventually caught on to his true nature and jumped ship. If a man does not have enough class to pick up the majority of the expenses when first courting a woman, he is not worth your time. Down the road in an established relationship it is appropriate and expected for a woman to make her fair contribution. Limited self respect in the initial stages of dating serve as a red flag as to the status of his intent or his opinion of your self worth, and is hardly worth saving a few dimes in the effort. When my ex questioned my departure from the relationship, my retort of “I just got really thirsty” fell upon deaf ears. So much for the Ivy League education.