TL;DR: Women don't want a committed relationship, they want control of your dick and access to your wallet. The LTR commitment bid is the biggest shit test shy of marriage.

(I don't usually submit posts but I feel this is worth driving home for those who are adamant about staying in LTR's, so if I miss any required shit, LMK and I'll shore this up.)

Learning Curve My oldest plate is an ex of mine. I found her by utilizing TRP methods but hadn't fully internalized them so I ended up dating her (bad move on my part given the red flags, but she wanted to date before we fucked and I hadn't learned how to circumvent that at the time) and stopped seeing the 2 other girls I was fucking at the time. Rookie mistake as we all know you can't fake abundance mentality.

So, she kept acting like a ho. Would scam guys out of drinks while we were out together, frequent "Girl's Nights", kept talking to her "crazy ex" (in retrospect, given my intense work/school schedule at the time, it's most likely I was side dick and this guy was actually still her boyfriend and was losing his mind because he could sense I was in the picture but couldn't prove it, but I never confirmed my suspicions. This poor fucker moved three states away from home to follow her to her grad school program after she suggested a long distance deal.) and even fucking said his name in bed. Old habits die hard. Would also flirt with dudes while I was sitting next to her but would lambast me for checking other girls out. (I missed red flag after red flag with this chick. Make sure you don't let your cock overrule apparent signs of untrustworthiness if you're new to this. I learned the hard way.)

The Realization All of this happened ONLY while we were actually dating. So I cut the chord. I immediately started fucking one of my bro's friends (#2 and some of the best head I've ever gotten) and within days the ex was at my door (with no warning) DTF. Pussy on tap for months afterward with no issues UNTIL a few weeks ago. She wants more committment from me.

She tries witholding sex and I just ignore her ass until she caves (chick can't go three days without fucking me, it's cute when she tries to resist) while meanwhile I stir things up with another old flame.

Petty Theft Enter #3. This one has a boyfriend but "doesn't feel any passion for him anymore" more and "just wants to feel something." I tell her she can come feel the tip of my dick but she "doesn't do that outside of relationships" because "she isn't like that." ASD to the max. I tell her we can just hang out and talk then. I was balls deep within 30 minutes of us meeting up. She keeps hinting every time we meet that we should start dating again. Dumb bitch, why would I date you? You're deepthroating me in the parking lot while your boyfriend thinks you're out for "Girl's Night." (Classic excuse to go out without you so she can slut it up while confident you're at home waiting for her).

Mutual Abundance Plate #1 meanwhile has been more and more of a no-show as I moved across town. She's still harping on wanting committment while being a classic "Joe Ho" (bitch that only fucks military dudes). She's now dating an ex-Army officer, an ex-Marine personal trainer, a Marine officer recruiter and a veterans' charity founder all at once (and all of whom are pouring time and money into this slut) and I'm still smashing her 3-4 days/nights a week for no more effort than picking up my phone. She doesn't know I know all this.

So, a friend of mine is out with a mutual friend shooting pool and sees her with a guy he knows: the Marine recruiter. She meets his gaze and immediately kills her drink, whispers something in dude's ear and beelines for the door. I get a text from him explaining what he just saw and tell him good looks, but it's cool (As long as I'm getting ass for no work on my part, I really don't care who she sees).

Two minutes later a text from her asking me to come fuck her. She still has her makeup and jewelry on from her night out when I get there. (Poor homeboy sponsored sloppy drunk sex for some other dude. Don't let this be you.)

Anyway, a few days ago, the friend bumps into the recruiter and asks him about it and he confirms it was her and that she wanted to leave that instant because she "saw someone she didn't want to." (If you're dating a girl who says/does this kind of shit, she's playing you and/or someone else.)

The Sloppiest of Seconds A week later she calls me during the day to come check out some slutty new formal dress she bought. I fuck her in it and she shoos me out the door because "her friend" is coming to pick her up and she doesn't want me there when "she" gets there. Posts pictures of her (in the same fucking dress) and the Army bro at some formal event he took her to a few hours later. (If you're dating a girl, you can never really know where she is and what she's doing short of actually fucking spying on her. This poor motherfucker is showing her off all over town while she uses him to make professional connections while she's still digesting the load I dumped down her throat ten minutes before he picked her up.)

Reverse Plate? Meanwhile, yet ANOTHER ex enters the picture. This one ditched me while I was on deployment. She's dating some auto mechanic. This one goes all out, buying me shit and stopping by my place anytime time she comes to "my neck of the woods" or anytime her guy leaves town. I wouldn't call her a plate given the arrangement, I might actually admit to being her plate as it were. I'm more on-call for her than vice versa.

Double Standard Enter plate #2, my buddy's friend. She tells me she has a boyfriend now but doesn't want me to stop fucking her. Finds out I'm fucking her friend (I didn't plate this one, she ended up being too high-maintenance) and loses her shit (for like a week) because I shouldn't be "fucking around on her." Hamster at ludicrous speed. She went plaid.

The Bomb So, plate #1 still getting pissy about me not pushing forward on the commitment field drops the "I'm late" bomb. My resolve wavers for an instant and I buy her a pack of pregnancy tests. I've been careful, but now I'm picturing this chick telling me and the 4 others the same story and trying to sweat all of us for $400 a piece to "cover the abortion." I tell her if it's positive to set a day and I'll drive her to the clinic and insist on it being me who does so. I didn't hear any more on the pregnancy bit until I asked. It was negative. She never opened the box of tests I gave her and her birth control pack emptied at the appropriate rate to cover the elapsed time. (Setiously, learn how the shit she's on works and count the fucking pills. Don't take her word for it.)

Conclusion

  1. LTR's are a scam. She's trying to lock your cock down while still getting what she wants whenever she wants it. I would even go as far to say that if you're in an LTR, you're Beta Bux by default. And if you insist on being in an LTR, I would implore you to maintain your side chicks, if for no other reason than I promise she's doing the same.

  2. Most of these girls behaved completely contrary to the words that came out of their mouths. The only bit of honesty I ever heard from them were the occasions when they told me they had boyfriends (and sometimes even this is bullshit.)

  3. Don't buy into the "I'm late" bit until you see her take the test. If it's positive, tell her you'll reimburse your half of the abortion cost after you see a receipt or offer to drive her to the clinic. I saw chicks pull this shit all the time in the service. It's a quick couple hundred bucks if the dude is stupid. Don't trust that she's pregnant just because she says so, and obviously get a DNA test if she keeps it.

  4. AWAFLT. Yes, even yours. You are the gatekeeper of commitment. Use it to your advantage.

Sincerely, Chad.