Tonight I went out to the bar with a girl from OKC. For those of you familiar with the site, this girl is the 9 or 10 that you message but never meet. Well this particular girl was new to the site, so I managed to get her to come out without too much work. Anyway, she arrives and is very attractive as expected. She reveals this is her first OKC date. We have good conversation and I can tell she is attracted/intrigued to some degree. I pick up a strong vibe that she has an overinflated self-value: valley girlish voice, nonchelantly talks about "being friends" with a Knicks player she went to college with (who was actually just trying to sleep with her and gave up from what I surmised).

A couple drinks and a couple hours into the date, I decide she is most likely invested and interested enough to come over to my place, so I make a reference to a whiskey we discussed earlier in the date that she loves and say I have an unopened bottle of it. She surprises me with "Hmm no that's ok I don't go home with strangers but I had a nice time!" This is the same girl who went to a party school and was sleeping with LAX players she met then same night. I brush it off like it's no big deal and a few minutes later we both have to go to the bathroom. Something in my head clicks. Am I going to supplicate her with some beta goodbye kiss and pursue her for weeks? Fuck that.

I leave while she's still in the bathroom and get a text from her a half hour later "where are you??" Presumably she's still sitting at the table in the bar waiting for me and I'm at home listening to some music. I wait another 15 minutes then text her back "o my bad something came up." She angrily responds back some remark about how if I was on my period she had a tampon I could have used to which I tell her I should have been more specific: I was bored so I left.

I feel pretty good about this for some reason. I don't think any guy has ever stood her up like that and I was laughing to myself at home. Am I an asshole or did she need to be brought down to earth?