OMG! No OMFG! I don’t suppose you could give me this woman’s name, number, address and other pertinant information, could you? Not that I’m planning anything…
Her only excuse would be if she were somehow your illegitimate sister, from your father’s secret second family (they knew about you, but you didn’t know about them) and she recognized you and instead of hurting you with the truth she decided to hurt you with rudeness.
Hey, it happens…
Mike, just curious to know what SHE looked like! We are all assuming that she must have been reasonably attractive. I’ll bet she is quite young! A true LADY who was raised with some class would have never been so rude and tactless! How old are you? “I have this friend…”
Seriously, though, guess you learned the same rule I did, the hard way, as I did:
NEVER let your friends or your mother set you up on a date!!!
Happy Holdays,
Sassy
Mike, Mike, Mike…Count your blessings.
You got to find out this woman was a heinous b**ch in 30 seconds. And you didn’t have to spend any money, pretend she’s interesting or listen to her psychotic ramblings. We should all be so lucky.
Mike,
I am really embarrassed about what this creature did. Not only as a female, but as a human. Please accept my apologies along with all of the others, and realize that this sow did you a favor. Perhaps not on purpose, but you did save money, and you got to find out from people with depth and personality that you are an attractive, likeable guy who could easily date someone worthy of you. She, obviously, was not. 
Wow…I’m utterly speechless…
And I’m sitting here thinking…phone number…bathroom walls…personal ads in the…shall i say ‘nonstandard’?..section of the paper (of course, for all you know, she’s already got ads there, but…)
I’m sure she’d appreciate it. Of course, it would cost you all the good feeling from being the bigger person in this, but, what the hell? And if you don’t want to do it, I’m sure you could find a small legion of dopers who’d be willing to help…
Geez, what a bitch.
For more, check email.
This will be my last post on this subject. I’m not going to do anything, give out any info, or indulge in vengeful fantasies.
My only consolation is that at least this is one encounter that I didn’t fuck up in my usual style.
goodbye
Wow, Mike, I’m sorry, man, but the others are right. Better now than later. Of course, the absolute perfect response, which I wouldn’t have thought at at the time either, would have been to look right back at her and say, “Damn, you got THAT right” before walking away.
Three words: What a bitch.