Throwaway as to not be identified. Well, I posted one other story here, but it should be safe for a re-use.
Well, not a quote, precisely. More like, a status update.
Allow me to explain.
I went on a date with this girl, she seemed lovely. Same birthday, same weird sense of humor. We seemed to click online, as it often does. It seemed swimming. A little different than her pictures, but who isn't these days? It all seemed ago.
Annnnd....she buried herself in her phone. I kept my phone out of sight, and just spoke to her. I wanted to get to her chatting, but she just didn't seem interested. I'm on the autistic spectrum, and this was already stressful, as my carefully prepared routine in order to try and meet someone was thrown into array by...a lack of reply. I can do well with anger, disgust, anything. I just can't work with 0.
So, she splits to the bathroom. I should walk away in retrospect, but I thought, "maybe it's an emergency or something?" My brain was rationalizing rejection, something I have a deep set fear of. I remembered, she added me on Facebook recently! Maybe a status update regarding everything?
Well. There was an update. Just one I didn't want to read. It's been some time, but I can still recall the words.
"This date sucks. Another man disappoints." It was so simple, so direct. And I was worried. Did I do something? She must've wanted me to see it. Otherwise, why on Facebook? Send a text to a friend or something. I knew my autism made me slightly insular at times, but it wasn't that bad. She gave me mostly static. Did I not live up to my picture or something? My brain raced through everything, trying to dissect the clues that never appeared. It was infuriating. And then, she came back. Ready to go. I wanted to just walk to think and clear my head, but she insisted on a ride, since I don't exactly live in a safe neighborhood. I accepted.
A happy coda, though - I got mild revenge. I turned on her radio, and noticed It's Raining Men playing, very low. My window was down, and I noticed an SUV full of white kids trying to be stereotypes you'd see on Fox News. So, I cranked the music suddenly at a stop light, and began screaming the lyrics while winking at three very confused and angrily homophobic Marshall Mathers wanna-bes.
TL;DR: Girl ignored me the whole date, posted dismissive status updates, got petty revenge by homophobia-baiting 3 wiggas.