Why don’t more straight men avoid women?

She shows up late, then orders you to drop the phone. She goes to the bar to order a second round of drinks, but the bartender likes her cleavage, so he talks to her for 10 minutes, while I sit alone at the table. She returns with rounds two and three, places them on the table and leaves to the bathroom. A minute later, she texts me to bring her new rounds two and three. I ask her if she wants me to get her another chardonnay if so, which grape? She says ANY WINE, JUST GET HERE. I don’t move, she texts again I’m waiting… I type back I’m waiting for your answer - Shiraz, Merlot, Chianti? She writes back ANY FUCKING GRAPE. <br><br>I still don’t move. She emerges from the bathroom and scowls at me and says did you bring a new wine? No, I asked you for the type of grape, you said ANY FUCKING GRAPE. She replies ANY SHADE OF RED. I get up and walk home. <br><br>The text trail a mile long. The upshot — she’s sorry, I forgive her, and she’ll see me tomorrow.<br><br>Fuck that.<br><br>I block her number.<br><br>Give me your worst experiences in the comments below.<br><br>Edit: here’s my new profile picture. Dispose as you see fit.