If you're feeling vengefully lonely, maybe you should take one of those girls up on their offer instead of shooting them down for kicks. That'll get rid of half your problem, and killing dwarves can take care of the other.
Well, I sorta have trust issues on anything good being done to/for/by me. ...Yeah. I may be lonely, but half the time it's by my will to avoid the drama (which I heard countless horror stories, and even been witness to one while out in Atlanta; my God, what a psychopath; and not my brand that I would prefer.). Another half the time is either tons of bad luck, or there are more sociopaths than I thought. I can hear a compliment and take offense to it because I can read between the lines; however I can do the same with an insult and take it with honor. Then again, it depends on the situation and the "Insult" in question. After working in service industries enough, you can pick them apart and read context as a second language.
Funny and ironically enough, despite my context skills and everything, I can never tell whether I'm being flirted with or not. Conversation is a conversation is a conversation to me. I have to be told when it happens I'm that numb or deaf to flirting. Simply, I have no experience in that field, or I have such non-experience (because of so many failures) I'm completely incapable ID-ing or even making the act myself. I think I'm unwittingly offensive to the dating world because I'm socially retarded in the art of flirting to the point of it looking like static, or its completely nonexistent to me. However, eventually taking enough notes... well after enough trust problems encountered, they all qualify as traps to me; so I devise counter traps to deal more damage in return after being damaged myself upon imminent failure. And if my initial gentlemanly behavior gets abused, I make the "welcome mat" (myself) out of brier with thorns and start my process of making the girl rethink her strategy in the future in regards to taking advantage of good people.
You can abuse so many nice people until one catches on. By then, look out.
Hmm. Are you sure you shot her down out of anger? or could it be becuase of some other reason?
How does this logic work?
When my first "success" came around, she was a tourist. You can easily tell these types. They're not the stereotypical kind you find in commercials. Instead it's a different form of ignorance that is different from how the town is normally ignorant. I've worked at taverns, and visited them casually around town, and even chatted with locals on a regular basis in a past life. I know the psychological makeup of the townsfolk. Utilizing that knowledge, I can easily tell the tourists or "visitors" apart rather easily, even if I still don't know most of the people who live locally.
Anyway, being rather genre-savvy and failure-savvy, the whole situation played out too much like you'd expect in an episode of The Hills or some MTV crap like that (in other words, with her behaviors like that, and the fact a woman was THAT nice to me at the drop of a hat. I sense a trap; I'll set it off before I use my counter-trap.). Simply, I had all sorts of reasons to test my bite-back out. I could be paranoid, but sometimes it frightens me just how accurate I am most the time with some of my calls just by a few subtle hints. I'm like the local Sherlock Holmes. Plus, that was also why I found her reaction change so funny. I was right; she was hunting for guys with money. Especially when you compare my house with the monolith in front of it (Of course, if you're looking from the beach). By comparison, especially since it was some time since we last cleaned the yard, well... it was not suitable for a postcard to put it mildly.
Anyway, to answer, she was a test run of shooting down to see how it felt for once; as well, if my interpretation was accurate enough, she needed to experience disappointment for once in her life; see how it felt for once as well. I know types; been shot down by them all, consistently. I tried as many different methods and different kinds of women and collected mental notes. I know all I need to know; hell the knowledge comes back to me on impulse I know it so thoroughly.
I second Cthulhu, although I can fully understand the reasoning behind what you say, it does seem somewhat silly to shoot down people because you're bitter about being lonely.
I can't really talk though. I have a lot that makes me sad today.
I know the logic may initially be lacking at first glance. But to put my reasoning best. I failed oh-so-many-times, I want to fail by making others fail before I reach for success. Screw using success as a weapon; in the case of dating if I recall correctly, it doesn't work. It has too high a chance of backfiring and attracting more attention. Good if you're a shmuck that loves to abuse the flaw, but a problem if you actually want to commit to something and don't want to deal with the drama coming afterward.
BTW, I have been trying to be content with solitude (better than loneliness), but mentions of relationships trigger my berserk button from the degree of a tiger-snark (just riffing romatic comedies apart or tossing in reality rules into it and completely deconstructing and disproving that real relationships would work FAR differently if in real life) or a complete monster (like my make "pretty girls feel failure for once" plan which mostly entails anyone sufficiently attractive and carries the "bitch gene" being shot down by a nice guy because the nice guy's taking role reversal to 11. If lucky, she'll return for another attempt to "fix me" and end up turning into my guinea pig for further testing of my theories.).
Yeah. I've been abused so much in my past by women; I don't get mad, I get even. Of course, I make my exceptions. However, I think my berserk button tends to jam a bit since it's been triggered so many times by the opposite gender. Thanks past; you're a real help. I think one of the most glaring examples I can recall off the top of my head was getting blacklisted at my high school (grade 11 I believe, and bled on through to early college) as completely undateable since I finally grew the balls to ask a girl out, got rejected, and she laughed so loud at the fact I even asked her out, I swear I felt my soul get smuggled into the devil's bank.
If you want worst-case scenarios (or best-case scenarios of fun), look to me for some stories. It's a miracle I can talk myself out of suicide by calling it a very boring death or something unsuitable for someone like me to do. Of course, it never got to the point of going through with it; more like contemplating if it's a good idea or not. Funny enough, if there's a bad enough situation, I actually see that if I am not guaranteed success, then I'll see just how badly I can fail at it (or how much fun I can have with it).
Now that I think of it; thanks to such a harsh past, I think I have turned rather masochistic. More to contain my anger, frustration, and pain; than to let it out on people. I guess I'm just running out of room.