Hey everyone!

Okay, so this is a bit of long story that happened in just 3 days, but it's very interesting to me to get an feel for what's going on here.

So I meet a chick through online dating, cute latina. She's a college senior with a bright future and money in the family (for background), gonna go to graduate school. We're all into each other and we spend three hours on the phone that evening. Her relationship history is four high-powered international-flying-for-business supercar-driving GQ guys and most recently a white trash bro (FISHY). We set up a date for Friday and go to bed.

I wake up with a hard-on at 5am in the morning and write to her that I want to see her tonight, Tuesday (nothing sexual, just sweet). She says alright and picks a specific bar, then we'll go to the beach and she'll take off her heals and we'll walk around (sounds sweet). The first night, she was very sweet, but during the following day, she developed an attitude, so I brought it too, seemed to get her excited but WAS NOT consistent with her "I'm just a sweet girl that likes to just be able to jump on you and express my affection" rhetoric.

That evening, it's a 40-minute drive and I show up 30 minutes late. She doesn't sweat it. She comes down from her dorms in a way that's in not clear where she lives. She looks about 25 pounds fatter than her pictures but I don't really care (she's 5-1), swayed by her sweetness -- honestly it wasn't really on my mind how much fatter she was than advertised. Her first words are "So, what do you think?" I just smiled and said nice things (NOT pussy things, just nice ones). She's wearing a shirt that shows her shoulders, tights and 4" heels. She gives me her credit card and license because she "has no pockets."

We show up at the bar, she orders a $10 cocktail, I get a beer. I of course end up paying for everything, which is fine at the moment. She's kind of awkward but sweet, our time is split 50/50 between talking and her looking around and judging the gay couples around us. We get two more beers, it's starting to get packed. I'm already talking about the beach and she stalls a bit, then says to the end of the song and we leave. She writes me a note in my phone and asks me not to look at it until tomorrow. Five minutes later, she heads off to the bathroom. Of course I look at it, it goes something like: "I probably look awkward and shy but I'm having a great time " Her first words back from the bathroom are coy accusations that I looked at the note, I deny it with a poker face.

ALL OF A SUDDEN, she says that TWENTY of her CLOSE FRIENDS have shown up without warning to have a birthday party at this bar. She meets them, I'm sitting at the table. She introduces me to a couple of them, I'm cheerful and smiley and nice. She circulates a lot, stalling the beach and the ETA keeps getting longer and longer -- first ten, then twenty minutes (I don't keep asking, she volunteers this). She goes up to the dance floor, finally I come find her and bring her close and whisper "So when are you gonna dance with me?" She doesn't respond in any real way, appearing just to focus on and try to impress her friends that are very lukewarm to her. Anytime I bring her close to talk over the noise, she doesn't stay close to me and slowly backs off. She grinds provocatively and awkwardly on some girls. This is pissing me off but I just keep smiling harder, like someone who will snap and grip his glass so hard as to shatter it. She pays no attention to me.

Finally we're leaving and I go to get the car as it's raining. I get the car and come back -- SHE'S GONE. I still have have her cards and purse, wallet, jacket in my car. I go back and look for her in the bar. I ask her friends, they say she left. I'm so pissed. I sit back down in the car, the rain is coming down around me as I look at her license. It looks nothing like her to the point that I suspect that it's stolen -- not surprising. I sit there for around 5 minutes and she walks up with some guy holding his jacket over her. The guys says something like "You're a lucky guy, she really likes you," but I'm not even hearing this at all. My first words to her are a very calm "What the fuck was that?" Her reaction is just lawkwardness, she says I'm "flipping out" even though I'm talking quite quietly but real (MISTAKE). She suggests maybe she should get a cab. We drive off and it's pretty awkward but slowly she shifts to justifying/denying what happened and seems to get more comfortable to the point where she says "I'm feeling hungry, are you?" We go to a diner.

It doesn't get better at the diner, but we talk and I keep talking real -- doesn't help anything. She keeps talking about how everything will be fine and it's okay that "I don't like her," looking to the side; I can tell she's putting me in her list of failed guys which weren't her fault. She finishes and keeps motioning for the bill. Which I sort of subconsciously let sit and expect she'll take care of -- it's half the bar tab. She finally looks down and says "are you gonna get that or what?" I just mumble "I guess" and hand over the card with bill -- she's doesn't resist AT ALL.

I drive her home. I say "I didn't really expect to be driving right now." She says her room is tiny and sprikles that with how sleepy she is and is going to love to go to bed. She hugs me sweetly and says "Will you miss me? Don't miss me too much." I don't really say anything and nod. I call her to get directions out of there and stay on the phone for maybe 10 minutes, I end up talking about a follow up Friday and she says something like "sure."

I'm sleepy, I end up going 10 minutes on the freeway and pulling over and sleeping for two hours in a cold-ass car. I get home at 5am, show up for word at noon (I have a white collar job, not a big deal but not fantastic).

I call her around 2pm and she's like all good we just chit chat. She says she'll call me back when she's done with lunch, okay? I say sure. No call by 3:30pm, I call her. She clearly presses "END" on her phone to send me into voicemail after two rings. I put in another 3 phone calls and 2 texts -- NOTHING. At 5:38pm, I send her an email that's very neutral and basically admits to all my faults and tries to explain what I was reasonably thinking when I did what I did but I just want to see her again and forget about that -- I'm such a pussy! At 6:06pm, she sends me an email that first says that she doesn't think we will work out and that we're not a match. That she agrees with nearly everything I'm saying but that I went about it in a rough and abrasive way, that I judged her and that she's not broken to be fixed, and has faith and hope for herself. That she could never make me happy and won't assume my standards as hers -- "best wishes."

I write nothing back -- at 7:50pm, she calls. I'm on my way to another date -- FAT AND ROUGH CHICK AS IT TURNS OUT , I don't answer. I call her back like a pussy around 10pm, we talk casually where she's expressing all her frustrations, talking about how I "could have been the life of the party" at the bar (EVEN THOUGH she also said she didn't want to be on me because she didn't want her friends to be like "Where's that guy" the next week then I'm no longer around). She says she'll call me back -- I assume RIGHT BACK. Call 10 minutes later, no answer. Call again, ask when she's call me back. She says "In a bit." I send a pussy text to the effect of like "a bit means an hour, if you want to show me you care what I feel" -- that's 11pm. At 11:30pm, I call and leave a voicemail like "You didn't call me back like I asked, I really wish you would have -- good luck, please don't call me anymore" I write her an email 45 minutes later about how I don't want to for her to feel bad, but I just don't want to be tortured anymore and ask she doesn't me again. It's very sweetly written, I think it will get a call back the next day.

The next day nothing happens the whole day. At 10:30pm, like a pussy I call her. She answers brightly LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. I don't hesitate say I want to see her again (while the goin is good). She says okay, do I want to see her tomorrow? I say yea. She says: where? I say that it doesn't matter, I just want to see her. She agrees. Some silence passes, she sort of turns up her music. I move to figure out what we're going, she says I should just chill that the music helps her study, that she's writing a paper -- I say alright. I turn on my own music. Two minutes later, she turns her music down and says "Hey" I reply "mmm" (like sweetly: yea?). She says sweetly "mmm." She HANGS UP THE PHONE. I call back, like to say my phone fucked up as it sometimes does. She sends me RIGHT TO VOICEMAIL. Same shit again for the THIRD time. This time I don't get pissed off, I call her 10 times and leave 10 sarcastic voicemails and send 5 texts, presumably to pass the test. I stop around midnight.

Gentlemen, is she a psycopath? What the hell is her incentive to do this? I'm being a huge pussy and letting it happen and she knows she's still got me on lock, so she can keep fucking with me, but WHY? I'm like no longer emotionally invested, I just think she's a lunatic. I'm thinking bad thoughts like "I will get her back, gain her trust, fuck her and leave her a mess." What is happening here?