This is a throw away account. The details of this incident might sound petty and stupid but its the principle of the issue that matters. I needed to vent.

This story takes place about 3 hours ago at an EDM show down town Toronto.

Dada Life was playing a show tonight in down town Toronto and I decided to go. After a few friends decline to attend with me I went by myself. If you are unfamiliar with EDM shows or more specifically Dada Life, their thing (gimmick) is bananas. There logo has bananas in it. They sell shirts with bananas on them They throw giant inflatable bananas into the crowd during their set. And some people even dress up in banana costumes (Including me).

I get to the club around 10pm which is around when doors open. I scope out the place and grab a drink.

At the back of the club they had set up a Banana basket ball game where you could win prizes by throwing plastic bananas into an inflatable basketball hoop. One of the prices happened to be a big novelty foam hand like the ones you see at baseball games... as seen here. I decide I want to try to win, it doesn't look too hard to win so I decide to wait in line to play. After 10 minutes of waiting for my turn I'm finally up and wouldn't you know it. I WON a foam novelty hand! I'm pretty happy about it. A small achievement but still gratifying to have souvenir to take home.

The venue has begin to fill up and I make my way to the dance floor with my new prize in hand and start dancing.

After some time passes on the dance floor and waving my foam hand to the beat of the kick drum, I feel someones hand on my left arm. I look over to see a blonde haired girl (probably around 20 years old) reach up and try to take my foam hand. I move it away from her reach and put my prize on my right hand. She looks at me with a pouty frown on her face and motions that she wants it. There is no way I'm giving up my prize to some random chick on the dancefloor. I shake my head at her and I dismiss it and start dancing again. About a minute later I feel someones hand on my right side this time. It's blondy again. Shes reaching up for my foam hand. Again, I move it out of her reach and onto my other hand while shaking my head again. At this point I notice how persistent she seems to be to trying to get my foam novelty hand. I confirm in my head; Shes not gonna get it from me. A minute later she is behind me on the left side. Like a toddler who won't accept no, shes reaching up again and tries to take the foam hand from me. At this point I lean over to her and tell her. "You are not getting this." She seems taken back by the fact I wouldn't give into her attempts at taking what is mine. I go back to dancing.

This is where things go south.

At this point I begin to notice her talking to the guys around her and pointing at me and my foam hand. I wasn't sure what she was trying to do but it soon became apparent. She walks right up to me and starts squealing "I can't believe you stole that from me! Give it back! Why would you steal this from me!?" My jaw hit the floor. I could not believe what I was hearing. I told her she was crazy and tried to dismiss what she was doing. She begins to talk to the guy beside me. After a few seconds he then leaned in and told me that blondy said I had stolen her foam hand and would give it back to her. I was furious. I could not believe this was happening, especially over something so small and seemingly stupid. I replied with "I've had this for hours before this, I even have pictures." Which I did have on my phone. He asks me to show them to him. I replied with "We were in the middle of the dance floor, I can show you later." (I wasn't thinking straight when I said it. Still in shock that someone was accusing me of stealing from them). She starts going off and yelling to the surrounding crowd that I stole the foam hand and wouldn't give it back. Groups of guys (white knights) perk up to her cries of despair. I quickly try to leave the situation and move toward the edge of the crowd. I start dancing in my new location. One of the guys who saw what was going on asked me what happened. I told him she was crazy and she was trying to steal from me. He looked back at her and then leaned in and told me she was crying and that I had better leave, I agreed and promptly left the dance floor. I went and dropped my prize in coat check for safe keeping.

This is one of the first times (since taking the redpill) that I've seen a girl regress back to child like behaviour when she didn't get her way. I'm still fucking furious that someone had the nerve/entitlement to try and take something from me, fail, then accuse me of stealing it from them.

Just another confirmation to why I'm happy on my own and don't want bitches in my life.

I still have my prize, she can fuck off.

TLDR: Girl tries to take my prize, I shoot her down multiple times. She plays victim and accuses me of stealing it from her. Incoming white knights to the rescue. I bounce.