It's the second date with this girl, already fucked her on the first date, I go to meet her in a bar that's 5 minutes from my house, she knew where the bar was, but not where my house was which is why we were meeting at the bar. I head into the bar and find her sat there with a guy who she has some insane rapport with, very high comfort laced with flirtation, I had planned to meet up with her in the bar briefly to come and get her and bring her back to my house as she was coming over to fuck, this wasn't meant to be a social gathering, I was coming to meet her, not her and the random guy she unannouncedly decided to bring along. I can tell instantly they have history, as in, this guy used to fuck this girl kind of history, I can spot that a mile off, it's an instinct, anyone who is remotely decent at reading people will pick up on the vibe straightaway, it's no Sherlock Holmes shit. I'm wondering something along the lines of "why the fuck have you brought some dick you used to fuck to come and meet the dick that you're currently fucking?" immediately I'm thinking she's trying to pull some power game and I'm not happy about crap because because it means she's trying to fuck with me.

They're talking about how he's ex-military and sharing stories about "the good old days" some crazy ass dark triad story about cocaine and him sealing her up in a tent and setting it on fire with her still inside it whilst they were all out on a weekend camping trip some years ago "just for fun." I'm not liking this shit at all, 1: she was meant to come alone, maybe have a quick drink and then come back to mine for the night, instead she brought an ex-bf and switched shit up without letting me know prior, 2: they're having some non-inclusive conversation about memories and other crap I cannot possibly have any input on, that's pretty anti-social shit, 3: the conversation they are having is crazy as fuck, talking about burning people in tents, drugs, guns and people he'd shot (gun ownership is illegal in England) and blah blah. I'm thinking not only did she bring an ex-boyfriend but the bitch has brought a fucking crazy ex-boyfriend, this means she's got this crazy cunt doing the big brother routine fucking vetting me/analysing me to help supplement whatever fucked up insecurities she had about me. Great. Fuck that shit. I sit there a couple of minutes and I say "I'm going to the toilet", she says "you should get a drink as well and then rejoin us" I reply "yeah" they then enquire what type of drink I'm going to have and I reply "something strong", I go for a piss. I said I'm going to the toilet because I needed a piss but also as a pretence to get the fuck out of there. No way am I confronting or qualifying to some dark triad ex-military pyromaniac drug dealer, no bitch is fucking worth that shit, they're welcome to each other. I was done with it at that point. If you pull a bait and switch on me like that and then expect me to play ball with your new paradigm, you better think again motherfucker. Her expectation was I was going to get with the program because I was getting guaranteed pussy that night. No, that's not how it works.

I walk out of the bar and leave her with her former love interest (My intuition was correct, I found out later on they had dated in the past.) Here is where shit gets poetic, she was meant to stay at my house that night (to fuck, she was a fresh plate) and she didn't live nearby, so where I lived was out of town for her and she had come into town to stay at my house that night just to fuck. She starts frantically texting me "where are you?!" and all this shit about half an hour after I hadn't returned from a seemingly extremely long stint in the bar toilet. 2 hours later shes texting "how could you, you're a piece of shit!" and other such associated crap, I also had about 20 blocked calls from her number, I didn't want to talk to the bitch so I blacklisted her number on my phone, fuck that shit. The phone's blocking the calls and I'm ignoring all her texts, I have about 8 or so texts off her.

The next day at about 9.30am when I'm at my establishment of daily business I get some essay text about how much of a dick I am, how manipulative I am, how selfish I am, how I had abandoned her, how because of my actions she had to "get a hotel at short notice" how much it had stressed her out and blah blah blah, just some silly solipsistic rant, no consideration for why what had happened, happened. I simply reply "lol you fucked up", 4pm that same day I get another essay text saying "I'm sorry for everything I said I was just upset and disappointed because I was looking forward to spending the night with you and then you just left, maybe we can work things out?" I haven't spoken to her since. She isn't worth the hassle. I'm not going to sit there and explain to her why bringing your psycho ex-boyfriend to a hook-up is a bad idea. Cut and run. Always be willing to take the L. The kind of shit I'm describing here should have all kinds of red flags going off on your radar, if there's too many red flags cut and run, the pussy isn't worth it.

Moral of the story: Don't give up your self-respect to get laid it isn't fucking worth it, if you're that horny just go home and jack-off, that level of bullshit and self-degradation isn't worth 10~ minutes inside some pussy. I don't even care if she's a 10 to you, it isn't worth it.

Moral of the story #2: Turns out she was bipolar, sticking your dick in crazy is not worth the head games or getting involved with the other psychos she knows. Psycho bitches attract psychos male and female, remember that, delinquents love to congregate and talk nonchalantly about their crazy fucked up lives because hardly anybody relates to them and their perversity so when they find another delinquent they all bounce off each other and feed into each other. If you're not about that kind of life, and most of us aren't, you don't need that noise, they will fuck with the program. These aren't functional dark triads, they're dysfunctionals, stay away from them because they will bring you down with them, they're toxic.

This happened awhile ago it's not fresh. I don't really share my FRs because I'm not invested in telling people on the internet about my real life and what happens in it, however I thought this one situation was particularly interesting and that a lot could be learnt from it, especially by the newbies and other guys who can't even see themselves turning down guaranteed pussy. In case anyone asks, no, I don't put this kind of stuff on my website, my site is far more formalised, things like field-reports don't fit with the vision I have for it, this is something of a one-off.