Dude, Who's My Date?

Story Sent in by Hugo:

Dina and I arranged that I would pick her up at her house. When I made it to the door and rang the bell, an older woman answered and asked, "Yes?"

I replied, "Hi, I'm Hugo. Dina's date."

The woman gave me a bewildered look and replied, "There's no Dina here. Sorry."

I backed up to check the address of the house on the porch, and the woman closed and locked the door. Sure enough, it was the address Dina had told me. I called her cell and asked her if I was at the right place.

Dina replied, "Oh, I'm already at the restaurant! I thought that we were meeting here."

I said, "The woman told me that there was no Dina there. Whose house is this?"

She said, "I just gave you a random address. It's our first date, you know?"

I suppose that I followed her logic, but I didn't see why she just didn't meet me at the restaurant in the first place, instead of asking me to meet her at a false address.

I made it to the restaurant and met up with her within. Sort of. When I approached where she sat at the bar, I greeted her and she jumped away from me.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Hugo. Your date."

She looked me up and down and said, "I don't have a date with you, Hugo. Excuse me." She brushed right past me and took off, just like that.

Instead of following her, as she seemed to be in a fragile state, I called her. It went to voicemail and I left a short, concerned message.

Then, my phone rang. It was her. I picked it up and she said, "You just came on too strong. I'm sorry. This isn't going to work," and she hung up. I'm not sure what I did wrong, but I'm glad that the crazy came out before I actually paid for anything.