Originally Posted by
grimsanta
I was bartending when this woman who was a few years older than me at the time (She was 25, I was 22) sits at the bar alone at the restaurant I'm working at. We talk for a bit while she has some happy hour food and drink, and well, she's really, really hot, so I tell her we should grab a drink after I get off.
We go to a proper dive, and talk some more. She starts talking about metaphysics (basically BS philosophy) and I kind of keep my mouth shut about my opinions and just say things like "oh, cool" etc... I wasn't looking for anything long term, just a lay, and she was hot. Anyways, the conversation goes into movies and she wants me to watch I Heart Huckabees (deals with metaphysics to an extent). So I'm down. Movie, been drinking, will probably get laid tonight.
She comes over, we lay on the couch and pop the movie in. We make out a bit and she stops for a second and asks for some wine. So I get her some from the kitchen we drink our wine while watching the movie. Now, this is important, when we were at blockbuster renting the movie, she got some swedish fish candy. No big deal.
Big fucking deal. After she finishes her glass, she asks for more wine, I go get some, and come back and she's sticking all these swedish fish to my walls making designs and patterns. This happened extremely quick. They're white walls, the fish are staining the walls, and I say that she should stop that (i said it very niceley, I was looking to get laid), she freaked the hell out, said she can do what she wants, spills her red wine on the f-ing carpet, and starts screaming. She gets on the floor and won't get up and is basically pouting like a 5 year old. It's ridiculous.
After a very long time of trying to calm her down, I'm at a loss. I physically pick her up, put her out in the hallway, and throw her jacket over the balcony so she can pick it up off the ground outside.
Nope, nope, nope.