I feel like the main character of American Psycho. Maybe my expectations of the Human beings around me are too high? In more detail of how I'm overly bold and not afraid: This girl I found attractive and was certain that she'd find me attractive gave me the wrong number, and I was baffled by this, to say the least. So I went back to the place where I met her (where a lot of her male friends happen to be) and waited around for her to come by so I can ask her about the bogus number. Turns out she semmed to be SCARED out of her skin and had all her male friends solicting around her and peroidically glancing at me, as if security guards gauging distance. I all but confronted her aggressively and somewhat angrily asking her "Why would you give ME the wrong number...of all people!?" and "You don't think I exist? "You think I don't know you exist!?" And telling her, "You're just like the others," before my best friend leaped in front of me and seized me. Now in retrospect, I'm utterly disturbed by this and desperately fear that this might be the marking signs of some type of psychotic tyrade. I feel so alone, and it seems to me like I'm explaining this eloquently and clear as crystal, yet I expect the usual: crickets.