Fairly new here, but I wanted to share an experience that validates what I've been reading. Earlier this week, one of my friends set me up with a girl. We texted for a couple days, and then hung out. We had sex that night, and the next morning she texted me to come over and we had sex again. That evening, she comes over to my apartment, we're making out, clothes off, about to fuck, when she pulls back and looks at me funny. I ask her what's wrong, and she says "older guys weird me out." Now I'm confused since I'm only about a year older than her. Initially, I responded poorly. I tried to talk to her about it. But as I was sitting there trying to get her to tell me what was going on, she clamped up and wouldn't really say anything. I'm sitting there in my boxers, and I think: "this is rediculous." So I get up, put my clothes back on, and throw her clothes at her. She asks me why and I say, "it's clear we're not going to have sex." I was super frustrated, but trying not to let my emotions rule me. I get up and get on my computer and start replying to emails. She asks me to come over to her house later that night and says she'd feel more comfortable there. I laugh because we just had sex in my apartment the night before. She asks again as she's about to close the door. I was so mad I didn't trust myself to look at her, so I don't look up from my computer and say "maybe." Fast forward to the next night: I'm out drinking at a party, and she texts me. Says she understands if I'm frustrated and suggests we hang out. I walk to her house (small college town) and when I get there, we sit down on her bed and start making out. Clothes start to come off, etc., but again she tells me to stop when I try to escalate. I put my clothes back on, and she asks if I'm frustrated. I say, "yes, because this is disrespectful." She laughs at first, so I say, "you're not treating me right." Probably a poor choice of words, but when I said it her eyes kind of lit up. I don't know how else to describe it, but she almost had a look on her face. She comes from a wealthy family, and told me about how often random people tell her she's pretty. This is a girl who is used to getting her way and not having people stand up to her. She admits that she's been thinking of her ex. I tell her, "okay, but I know what I want. It's fine if you don't, but we're not going to hang out until you figure it out." At this point I'm completely done with this girl. Super cute, yeah. Fantastic in bed, yeah. But I'm texting another girl and she's inviting me over. I don't need this bullshit. I get up to leave, and say, "you can text me when you figure out what you want." As i'm opening the door, she goes, "wait. Okay. Maybe we can have a little sex." I go back over to her, and we proceed to have some of the craziest sex I've ever had.

I'm still trying to process what happened, but as I see it, she fucked me because I (1) didn't take her shit and called her out on it and (2) was genuinely ready to leave. It wasn't an act, I didn't give a fuck. I'm proud of the way I controlled myself, but not proud of how I communicated with her. I know that needs work, but I couldn't think of any way to express what was going on other than to be completely direct.