The Search For An Escape

I made a mistake.

I ended up giving into the "Nice-but-a-bitch-when-drunk" girl, and it went terribly wrong. We went for a simple meal together, and things were going swimmingly well. We chatted for an hour before even ordering, had an amazing meal, and found out we had so much in common.

Her aims in life seem to be roughly the same as mine. It's also interesting to note that she is sick of the scene, as she has a semi reputation there. It was one of those talks where you divulge so much, and you both get wrapped up in the conversation that you don't notice anything around you. I felt myself falling big time.

I should have known it was too good to be true.

We ordered some wine with desert, and I'd had a couple of glasses, but noticed every now and then that she was drinking *way* faster than what I was. We went through the jolly stages of alcohol, and I stayed there; until she started getting way loud. All of a sudden she randomly started ranting and raving about her ex, and about how much of a bitch she had been to her (three years ago, might I add) and that she hated women.

I endured this for a while, just to be polite, until all of a sudden she turned on me for looking at and talking to another woman (might I also add here that said woman was the male waitress, who I asked for a glass of water) and about how much of a slut I am (excuse me.....what?) and that I'm "Just like the rest of them" and how "I deserve to rot in hell". She was being overly mean, and was making a scene in front of the restaurant, so much so that I thought that the waiters might have to intervene.

Now, I'm not a mean person, but when she left to go to the bathroom, I quickly swiped her cell from the table, and found my number and deleted it. I also did the same to mine. I left a quick note on the table explaining that I had to leave as I felt uncomfortable and not at all safe. I also left enough money for a cab for her, as I wanted to try and put my mind at ease that she'd get back to her place ok.

I'm feeling kind of guilty; I think that the actions I took were the right ones, but I'm not overly sure. Her place isn't far from mine, so I took a quick drive by to see if she got back ok, and she was on her lawn with her dog, so I know she is safe. I just feel......well.......bad.

I know there is no way that we can make this work, I mean, for a second official date, I think that was pretty much over as soon as it began. But I feel guilty for how she is/isn't feeling now.

I know that she has been bitching about me on the gay scene, as I have heard a few rumours. Some saying that I slept with her multiple times (I never slept with her), some saying that I left with someone from the restaurant that I had been talking to (would that be the male waiter?) and others just saying how much of a bitch I am.

Any thoughts/suggestions would be much appreciated, even if it is telling me how much of a heartless bitch I am.

E