Only Children Are Freaks

Story Sent in by Samuel:

Heidi and I were out on our first date.  We had met online and things had moved very quickly to an in-person meet-up.

We were walking through a park on a Saturday afternoon when I realized that I hadn't asked her if she had any brothers or sisters, so I thought that an innocuous, simple, getting-to-know-you-type question was, "Do you have any siblings?"

She stopped walking an said, "Okay, you know that already."

I didn't.  "I don't," I told her, "We only just started talking less than a week ago.  It never came up."

"It did.  I told you the answer already."

"Refresh my memory?"

"No."

"Okay, so don't."

I kept walking, but she remained rooted to the spot.  I stopped and turned to her.  "What is it?"

She said, "Answer the question."

"What question?"

"Of how many brothers and sisters I have.  I know you know."

It struck me as a stupid thing on which to be hung up, but I guessed, "Two."

"Two what?  Brothers?  Or sisters?"

"A sister and a brother, I guess."

"No!  You weren't listening to me!  Did you listen to anything I said?"

I replied, "I listened to everything you said, but I can't really guess at something that I know for a fact that I never asked you."

"You are so full of it.  One more guess, and then that's it.  Date's over."

I said, "You're being ridiculous."

She shrugged and said, "And you don't listen to me.  Date's over now, then.  Oh, and I'm an only child."

She walked away, and that was the end of the date.

A month and a half later, I received an email from her that said, "I was thinking about our conversation and realized that we may not have discussed my sibling situation.  That would make the fault mine, and I apologize.  Let's meet up again soon, okay?"

No.