Had one of my plates smash dramatically last night.

Was out for some drinks with some friends, walking down the street I bump into plate. We exchange some pleasantries, she says let's hook up later. Cool.

She shows up to the bar a few hours later with her friend. She's drunk, and being somewhat loud and annoying. I can see my friends are starting to get a little irritated. I take over the conversation and reign her in.

Around midnight my friends decide to head home. Me, plate and plate's friend head to another bar. We have a few more drinks. Plate's friend is laying it on, flirting etc. Whenever plate goes to the toilet, her friends starts laying it on even thicker. Ironic given she has a boyfriend. It's fun but I don't engage too much.

We head off. Me and plate go back to my place. We listen to some music and then get down to business.

Little while after, plate starts sulking. "What's up?". "Nothing". - You all know exactly what I'm talking about.

I humour her for a little while but then I start to get irritated and withdraw. Cba to deal with this shit. Eventually she opens up that apparently I hadn't given her enough "affection" during the course of the evening.

My attempts to diffuse the situation fail and this starts to morph into a "the talk" situation without her having the confidence to outright say it.

After a few minutes of sitting in complete silence, with her continuing to sulk, I say "Do you want to go home?".

Usually this gets them to back down. But in this case, she jumps up. Puts on her clothes and runs out the door.

I then get a barrage of text messages cussing me out. How terrible I am. How I'm a piece of shit etc. I leave them on read.

Each text I ignore, she gets more and more angry, cussing me out further.

Eventually, she realises I'm not going to bite and stops texting me.

Plate smashed.

Post to The Hub...Had a girl this week try and pull the ol' frame switcheroo on me.

Had a date last week, which went pretty damn well. For whatever reason she decided to drive to drinks on a Friday night. So she couldn't drink much and had to drive home (almost certainly a decision she made on purpose). Nonetheless it went well, things got hot and heavy, and we ended up doing some sexual shit in her car. She says that next time the logistics will be there. Great.

This week I arranged another date. Gave her the date, logistics and plausible deniability on a silver platter. Drinks, walking distance of my place. She agrees.

Day of the date, she changes her mind. She's feeling "unwell" and doesn't want to do drinks but she 's up for doing something else (uh huh...). Instead, she wants to do a platonic activity, on the opposite side of the city, and she wants to pick me up and drive there.

So essentially little to no opportunity to escalate, and she is completely in charge of all logistics.

I said "No worries" we can do something when she's feeling better. I then arranged to see another plate instead.

Over the next few hours she goes on to double, triple, quadruple and quintuple text. All of which I don't even open.

Each message getting ever more desperate to get me to buckle to her frame.

But ultimately, she stops shy of accepting my frame.

Oh well, onto the burn pile she goes.