I'm a woman, she's a woman. We're mid-forties. We both have graduate degrees and great jobs. So, like nothing glaringly white trash out of the gate. We've been seeing each other for about four months and some of her behavior has raised the red flags. She hugs my friends way too long and tight, earning her "the big squeeze" moniker.
I took her to see Eddie Izzard and she whooped and hollered and finger-whistled and talked through the whole damn thing. The woman in front of us moved. After, I gently told her it was a bit much and she got passive-aggressively weird about it: "Sorry you think I ruined it!" and pouty. By this time, I knew I didn't want her around too long but loved fucking her. She's an opthal with a good job and decent upbringing, so I thought her behavior was maybe an anomaly. Nope. Dinner party at my home. She had approximately 24 drinks, smoked a bunch of weed (legal here) and every other word out of her mouth was "fuckin' this" and "I wanna take you upstairs and get me some cervix." What. The. Fuck.
One time after sex, she slapped my on the ass and said, "YEAH, I just tore that pussy UP." What the actual fuck.
We went to a concert at a winery and she went through two bottles of pinot gris by herself. In about 80 minutes. Then tried to go down on me in the car on the way home until her hair got caught in the steering wheel as I was turning.
At this point, I'd dwindled it down to seeing her once a month for sex. Against my better judgment and because I was hoping it would lead to sex (this woman is high femme hot, head-turningly stunning), we last night went to the new Tarantino movie. I politely reminded her that she has a bad habit of talking through movies and I'd appreciate it if she didn't do it. That lasted about 15 minutes. Commenting, slapping the seat in front of her, which was occupied, in throes of snorts and laughter, heehawing through a bloody, violent scene. Lots of "FUCK YEAHs" and "SHIT THAT'S RIGHT" sprinkled throughout. People were turning around and staring and it didn't phase her. I asked her to stop several times.
Then I just looked at her and said, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." She rolled her eyes at me. I got up and left. She followed and said something passive-aggressive "So sorry the company wasn't up to your standards." I ordered a Lyft and left. I knew I just didn't want to be around this person any longer at all, in any capacity. This morning she'd blocked me on Insta, like a 16 year old.
Am I the asshole? Do I sound supremely uptight?