Submitted by Wendell:
Glenda, a very well-liked, pretty, and popular girl, asked me out in high school for a Friday. She picked out the restaurant, the after-dinner movie, and seemed to have everything planned out. I couldn't believe my luck, and figured that this was finally proof that good things happen to nice guys who wait a while.
At dinner, she seemed distracted by something else, and didn't seem at all interested in what I had to say. I went as far as asking her, "Do you really want to be out on this date with me?"
She yelled, "How could you say that? What do you think this is? What are you thinking, that I'm just pretending to be interested in you?"
She got more and more upset, and I dropped it with multiple, profuse apologies. I hadn't been out with too many women at this point in my life, and wondered if this sort of conversation was normal. Sorry I asked!
At the movie I tried to hold her hand and it seemed like she couldn't move far enough away from me. I second-guessed myself over and over. Was I moving too fast? Was this really how first dates were supposed to go?
After the movie, she mumbled a goodbye and drove herself home. Despite how badly it went in retrospect, I was amazed that she had even asked me out in the first place. I thought about her all weekend and couldn't wait for our second date.
I went up to her at school on Monday and she acted like she didn't know me at all. One of her friends, Sally, took me aside to tell me that it had all been an act: Glenda did it to make some other guy jealous.
"Wow, what a bitch," I said out loud, unable to stop myself. Sally clamped her hand over her mouth, then scampered off, presumably to tell Glenda. I was mortified at the time, but in retrospect, she completely deserved it.
I can't say that, as I've grown older, I've found that women act much differently.