My friend once had a date that turned into a real-life drama — and oddly enough, a broken nail became her ticket out. 😅

She was out with a guy at a cozy café. He was polished, dressed to impress, and oh-so-proud of himself. The whole evening, he talked and talked… mostly about himself. Not one question about her. She smiled, nodded politely, ordered dessert, trying to stay hopeful.

Then came the cheesecake. As she tried to cut a piece, her nail snapped — a sharp, annoying corner. She started digging in her purse for a nail file, just to fix it quickly and avoid scratching herself.

He glanced at her with a raised brow and said, “Can’t you wait? That’s a bit rude, don’t you think?”

And that was it. She looked at him, smiled sweetly, and replied, “You’re right. I’ll wait — just not for you.”

She stood up, left him with his half-eaten ego and untouched tiramisu, and never looked back. That broken nail? It turned out to be the perfect excuse she didn’t know she needed. A tiny crack that opened the door to a clean escape.

Honestly, I think every woman should have a backup exit plan — even if it’s hiding in her manicure. 💅✨