I've got a story that isn't PoF.
Found a person of interest on an online dating website that I'd describe as being very good looking. We talked for a week and just when I thought it was going nowhere she texted me asking to get drinks at a local pub. Before going she sent me a "now" photo that was legit so I knew who to look for. (photo shop)
I got to the bar before she did and just bought Soda in a rum and coke glass (In case the event went sour) and was chatting with the bartender when the date showed up. She definitely matched her photos, a few years ago. Her photos a few years ago had her to be perfectly balanced in terms of weight, (not skinny but not fat/thunder tighes) however, she seemed to of put on that post college comfort weight of 15-20 lbs. That wouldn't of been a total deal breaker if she on top of that didn't show up wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweat pants with wet hair. The bartender looked at me, smirked, got the lady a drink she requested, and walked off as I had to put up with this person for the next hour.
We ended up talking for an hour. The longer we talked, the less I was interested. Two drinks (for her), a Coke refill for me, and an hour later she asked me if I wanted to go out and, "Do this again sometime" with a wink and a smile. Before I could answer the bartender appeared, she asked for one more drink and the tab. We got the tab and she pushed it to me and says,
"Gentlemen always pays for a lady's drink. Am I right [Waffen]?"
"Only if its a date and this isn't a date. This is a get to know you. I'm not paying for your drink"
"What? Why aren't you paying for my drinks? I guess somebody doesn't want to get laid or see me again!" (She says this outloud for everyone to hear)
"I've seen everything I need to see. You've lied about the superficial parts of your personal life, your appearance, then you show up in your pajamas to a formal apparel establishment with wet hair, and now you demand that I pay your bill for you? I'm not paying for your shit."
She then takes her third drink that was 3/4s filled, throws it in my face, and storms out.
The bartender ends up waiving my fee and calls the police on her, but shes long gone. I gave the police everything I had on her. After they left, I got free alcohol from the businessand a bunch of people buy me drinks for not putting up with her shit. I get plastered by myself, then on the off chance a female friend's roommate with her friends celebrating her 21st birthday party show up to the bar, and we all got white girl wasted together before they let me crash on their couch at their place.