Okay, my deal goes as follows. I had the misfortune of being a chronically ill kid whose reading material in kindergarten was comprised of stuff like Hamlet and Descartes' Meditations. So, as you can guess, I had taken enough shit over being the sick/smart kid by first grade to act like Russell Crowe does in his first scene with Jennifer Connelly from that point through high school. In college, I discovered the wonders of alcohol and drugs and this got me over me initial hangups long enough to shed much of my more introverted behavioral patterns. I thought I had a relatively good understanding of girls by the end of Junior year.
Then I met this chick this summer and that's where you guys come into the picture. Basically, I'm going to give as brief a sketch as possible of our encounters and put the following question to you: Is she a batshit insane and rude person or am I just waaayyy more socially fucked up than I thought I was?
We lived in the dorm during our summer abroad experience and seemed to hit it off really well. She seemed to be intelligent, attractive and friendly, so, of course, I started to hang out with her regularly. Our first encounters provided what should have been major clues that the mature stages of our interaction would be trouble: She confided in me that she had "driven away" most of her friends at the end of Junior year and she had "F(uck)T(he)W(orld)" in blue ink on her calf. (Apparently, she carved this in her leg with a pen as a teenager.)
So, we hang out pretty much exclusively (I spent time with other people from time to time while the only people she seemed to hang out with other than me and my friends were a dude named Matt and a girl named Laura) for six weeks. During this time, she's extremely secretive about anything to do with her other than what is immediately relevant to our program. Then she starts to do a few weird things.
First, she introduced me to her mom. Mind you, she didn't walk down a street with her mom, happen to run into me, and then introduce us. No, she brought her mother to my dorm room for some reason.
Second, she starts to open up about how she gets depressed all the time and doesn't think interesting people find her attractive or worthy of their time.
So, after spending six weeks together day and night, her confiding in me, and making a big point of introducing me to her mom, I make the apparent mistake of letting her know I have a non-platonic interest in her. Her reply? "I love you for saying that!" Then she says I should convince her not to give other men the time of day. The next day, she starts teasing me and then goes on a date with a British grad student.
So, I figure, fuck it, she's obviously not into me in that way, I'll just move on to other girls. But the thing is, she kept coming up to me all the time and acting flirtatious. I'd walk by her and give her a civil greeting and proceed to the bar and she'd follow me and ask me what I was up to, smile, and the like. Then, she started to get into the habit of asking me if I talked to other people about her when she wasnt around. I responded truthfully and said I didn't and when other people asked me what I knew about her dating I'd respond with "I don't know and I don't care." She said this reminded her a lot of herself and called us "kindred drinkers."
When we got back to America, she gave me her phone number and suggested we hang out. I made the mistake of calling her a few times and inviting her to two parties. Every time we talked on the phone, we arranged to meet up somewhere. The first two times, she flaked but called and invited me to hang out with her and her friends at a few bars. I don't really take to being flaked on too well, so I stopped calling her.
Then she runs into me at the campus bar a couple days later, punches me in the arm, and says: "What's wrong with you, you almost let me walk by you!" So, I make the latest in a long series of mistakes, I arrange to hang out later in the week with her. She flakes. Again. So, I lose her number.
A few days later, she IMs me, asks me about grad school applications, and the like. I answer her and then proceed to ask her if she's going to those two parties. Her reply? "Jesus Cocksucking Christ, was I supposed to write that down?" We've spent two months hanging out, so she knows that I'm pretty devoutly religious. So I reply: "Uh, no, but thanks for respecting my relgious background, there." She writes I'm an adult and can handle it. I answer that I shouldn't have to "handle it" and I consider it rude and unfriendly behavior. She proceeds to call me unfriendly and then blocks me on AIM and defriends me on myspace and facebook.
I haven't talked to her since but I get the feeling that this is just a case of me falling for someone who clearly has a few fucking screws loose. Is that right or did I go horribly wrong somewhere?