When I first moved to Brooklyn I hooked up with a Pilates instructor who was also a part time model. She was also insanely, viciously rude to people around her constantly so I bailed pretty early on.
This woman was so unused to rejection (at the party we met at, she was the focus of several dudes who were aggressively going after her and she told me that was normal for her. She actually told me off that night for not being more aggressive going after her and I said you're right and walked off to talk to someone else, which somehow led to us going to bed together later) anyway, she was so unused to being dumped/rejected, that her entire thesis around why I bailed was that I must be gay.