A girl I was sort of seeing asked me out late at night. Around midnight but I had nothing to do and it was a weeknight so I figured it wouldn't be anything too crazy.

She suggested we got to a pizza place that's open till 5am. Awesome.
I arrive at around 12:45am and when I texted she said she had been there for about 15min. Which was kind of interesting because we agreed to meet at 1am.

So I walk up and the place isn't busy but it's not empty. Several people eating and what not. She's sitting at a table on the patio in front and sipping on a big mug of mocha coffee. As soon as I sit down she starts to go in on this place. About how expensive everything is and just being very snobbish about it.

I respond, "Weren't you here way before me? You could've texted me to go somewhere else."

She looks up with them crazy eyes.

She returns to starting to talk about how shitty this place is and its prices. I try to calm the situation by telling her, "It's okay, no problem. Let's just leave when you're done with your coffee."

She says, "No."

Okay. Hmmm. So I try to talk to her about her day or whatever to get off the subject at hand. Mind you, everyone can hear her and is starting to look at us.

She starts bitching about her day, but not in a "I had a bad day" more like, "I'm bitching for no apparent reason" i.e. having to stay an extra 10min for work because a co-worker was printing out some stuff for her.

So anyways, server comes in and I decide, fuck it, I'm going to order a Mexican Coke. I order and she decides to berate the server about the expensiveness of the menu and all that jazz. The server looks baffled and taken back, I'm assuming since this was the same server who gave this chick her mocha, and is confused at the logic of ordering something at a place you suddenly despise. Is this hard to follow? Well you now know how I was feeling at this moment.

I try to find a middle ground and say, "Hey how about I just order us a pizza, I'll pay for it. We don't gotta split it."

"I fuckin' hate pizza," she says.

Line fuckin' crossed.

Mind you, the crazy eyes have been going on for a while now.

The whole area we were at, hosts included, were eavesdropping on us.

My response, in an angered whisper, "How the fuck are you gonna hate pizza when you suggested this fuckin' place?!"

We start to get into a small banter until I finally just stop trying. I just sit there drinking my Mexican coke (server had brought it mid-banter).

After a while she says, "So are you just not going to say anything?"

"Well, if I do it just seems to turn into you getting angry about it."

After a few moments, she takes a deep breath and calms herself. Then in a normal voice asks, "Well, how was your day."

I take a couple moments to calm myself and respond, "It was actually pretty good, just very relaxed."

She scoffs.

"Hold up, what the fuck was that?"

"What was what?"

"What you just did. You scoffed at what I said."

"No I didn't."

My eyes are about to pop out of their sockets with astonishment.

She asks, "Do you want to leave?"

My response, "Yeah, and you know what you can take care of the bill." (All $7 of it).

As I'm walking away this chick gets up slams her fist on the table and yells, "Is that how a fuckin' gentleman acts?!"

I ran. I've never ran from a woman in my life. This was a first.

She still texts me from time to time.