Knew bitch/oneitus before trp. Friendzoned or so I thought until I got this string of shit tests through text at 12 AM. I don't know what to make of it.

(Had non committal and fun text convos prior to this)

Her: "How do you subtly tell a guy you're trying to flirt with him"

Me: "Hard question. Because you're bad at it" I think this was okay

Her: "Oh please you've never seen me flirt"

me: "sure" Ignore her

her: "Where would you even seen me flirt?"

Me: "Yes" Still ignoring

Her: "Impressive"

Me: " I can't believe i have to explain flirting to a girl. It literally easy." Broke frame, got annoyed :/

Her: "if its so easy where's your girlfriend"

Me: "FTFY Girlfriends*" agree and amplify??

Her: "Oh please"

Me: "You know it" I'm a shorty with 5/10 face, I've lifted for 2 months. she's a 6.5/10 face 4/10 body

Her: "I've seen your face you're lucky if you have one" SHIT TEST GALORE

ME: "My face is a temple" Man I have loads of fun this is fun as shit

Her: "One of those fucked up ones" Easy as fuck shit test

Me: "Temple nonetheless" Not giving an inch to this bitch yet

Her: "Girls generally stay away from temples"

Me: "They become nuns. My brilliant nuns" Bad answer

Her: "Creepy but okay"

Me: "why ask me" So begins the loss of frame

Her: "You're a male"

Me: "Cute. But not good enough" She has loads of males on her phone who would love to answer her. There's gotta be a better reason why. She's an anti social cunt, but she has a decent face that most dudes wouldn't mind face fucking.

Her: "You're more or less my only guy friend" States the obvious or there's a hidden meaning behind that. Emotional detachment is a lot easier when you've figured out how girls hamster. She also has more male friends so thats a lie.

Me: (Goes on to question her about asking her brother for advice who's a natural alpha)

Her: (Excuses for not asking him) EVEN MORE OBVIOUS LMAO

Me: "Family is more trustworthy than some dudes advice" BP me came out. I still care for her even after TRP, but man this is the girl who straight up told me that she's going to a party on Friday over text. Why the fuck do you tell me that you're going to a party that 600 miles away from me? You don't need my permission, we're "friends". She's attempting to dread game me, and it may work, but I've settled my peace with the thought that she's getting face fucked by chad atm. It stings, but not as bad it might have been.

End.