All women, at one point or another have employed a strategy that we here at the Red Pill like to call the telling of “trickle truths”. 

>A method of coming clean about bad behavior by only disclosing small pieces of truth at a time. "All we did was talk," leads to "Well we just cuddled," leads to "I didn't mean to fuck him, it just happened." It's a hamsters way of saving face when bad behavior is discovered.

This is simply defined in **THE SIDEBAR** (which I should not have to quote, but we all know more than half of you have never read it)

No RP toolbox is complete without the hammer of truth that is a finely tuned bullshit detector. A few days ago, mine went off multiple times. I’ve come here today to share the example for those who have never experienced it.

*Disclaimer: I do not give a fuck. I know many of you will point to my detailed analysis as proof that I do. Don’t waste your breath. This is for the young guys to get a taste of what they’re up against in all situations.*

And writing is a fun way to be introspective. Suck it world. 

**THE STORY**

Tl;dr: A FWB of mine, Brenda, who has worked her way up the [Bitch Management Hierarchy](https://archive.is/gj3kC) and was well on her way to getting her OLTR merit badge, had a hypergamic outbreak that sent shockwaves through the very fabric of our little lighthearted relationship.
Important note: Brenda has attempted [the talk](https://archive.md/lKkgP) unsuccessfully at least three times at this point. Generally leading with, “we should probably stop seeing each other”, me saying something like, “right now? Like right this second?” her saying she wants exclusivity, then me telling her I enjoy having her in my life but we will have to talk about it some other time. 

Brenda and I usually hang out every few days at my house or hers, have sex, make dinner, have sex, drink some wine, have sex, pass out, rinse wash repeat. Sometimes she treats me out to a nice dinner or a quick 1-2 day vacation, sometimes I plan and pay for the same. 

I have fucked Brenda [on the beach, on a public dock, in a public hot tub, in the ass, in the mouth, and on the balcony of a hotel while a weird old guy watched from his window, AND I keep looking for a van that is unlocked but I haven’t found one yet u/whatsthisgarg.](http://archive.is/phmaP)

This week, she came over for some daytime fun and complained of a pain in her abdomen. She "sucked it up", we had sex, then went out to get some lunch. 

We were going to stop by a store because I needed to grab a few things on the way home when she abruptly stated that the pain had intensified, and she needed to "go home right now.” 

It struck me as very outside of her normal personality, but we have grown fairly close and I was concerned for her wellbeing. 

So I gave her the benefit of the doubt and extended my trust.

She left my house with a kiss and a “this sucks, I really wanted to have sex again.”

I went about my evening and the next day I reached out to see if she was feeling better and she told me she was. 

I said, “good", and told her to keep Wednesday (two days from then) free and we would have some fun. 

She said, “yay!” but then plans did not materialize the way they usually do with her inquiring about a specific plan (I like to leave space for women to invest in the plan like [good girl](http://no-maam.blogspot.com/2012/06/woman-most-responsible-teenager-in.html), even though I actually do the leading and make most of the plans).

My bullshit detector went off again, but I left it alone and waited.

If she really wants to see you more than anyone else, she WILL ask you what the plans are. 

If she doesn’t take initiative, pay close attention to what happens next. [The medium is the message](https://therationalmale.com/2011/09/06/the-medium-is-the-message/) guys. 

Learn how to read situations based on context of actions alone and you will be ahead of the game. 

At this point, I figured she would reach out by the next evening at the latest, but she hadn’t by 8:30pm so I reached out with a phone call that was ignored after one ring. 

Another odd occurrence to say the least. Up until that point I don’t think she had ever missed one of my calls or waited longer than 30 minutes to respond to one of my texts. 

She called me back a few minutes later on a video call, frantically getting dressed, wearing sexy underwear and looking like a real snack. 

*For whom I might wonder…..*

When I casually asked her what she was up to, she seemed distant and replied that she was going to meet “one of her friends”. 

*Hmmmm….. she has ALWAYS invited me to come ANY TIME she was meeting a friend somewhere.*

I wonder why she wouldn’t mention the friend by name, as I was aware of most if not all of her friend’s names. 

Just kidding around, we all know what “friends” is code word for, [don’t we boys?](https://archive.is/lEYTk)

I could feel the existential dread sink in. 

Even though I have [abundance mentality,](https://archive.is/au7XL) I still develop feelings for people, and have an ego that likes to be the winner. 

She said, “Do you want to come over tomorrow morning? If you want to sneak in whenever, the door will be unlocked."

LOL “sure” I responded. “I’ve gotta go, have fun tonight” I said. 

*Damnit, she out-coached me there.*

I usually control all [frames](https://archive.is/YDsHT) but she is [framing](https://archive.is/xF6IW) the interaction right now. Let’s see if I can get her back in my [frame.](https://archive.is/kUS9e)

I waited about 20 minutes and texted her saying, “you should just come over later tonight instead."

I didn’t love it, but I weighed the outcome as possible mate guarding and chose to force her action or inaction. 

I gave her enough rope to hang herself. 

If it was in fact just some friend (which we all know it wasn’t), she would say yes and show up for a pounding. If it was another guy, then…she would ignore the text altogether….like she did! 

This little trick is called [polarization.](https://archive.is/auAmJ) Learn it front to back and use it constantly. It’s a pulse wave you can send out from your bullshit detector to record what bounces back and interpret the data accordingly. 

So I go on about enjoying my evening and end up getting drunk with a friend (an actual friend, guys! It’s crazy that men have those sometimes). 

I wake up (still drunk) to a video call from her early in the morning. Shit. My plan was to ignore her indefinitely.

*WHY DID I JUST ANSWER???*

Look at her. She’s being a good girl waking up early in her own bed, asking if I was still coming over. 

In my still drunken and perpetually horny state, I say yes and then proceed to drive to her house. Had I been sober, I would have ignored her call as that was the correct move, but nobody is perfect all the time.

When I arrive, she steps out of the shower, which struck me as odd for an early morning rendezvous that usually began with some cuddling in bed before getting dirty enough to require a shower. 

I figured she banged some dude the night before but I rationalized that I fuck girls that fuck other guys regularly so I shouldn’t have any hangups as she was a freshly cleaned off sex doll. 

Slightly drunk as I still was, I proceeded to put on a condom and go to poundtown. 

She was ALL. OVER. ME. 

Not that she usually wouldn’t be, but again, it was just noticeable how much effort she was putting in. She came as many times as she ever has, and afterwards she took me out to lunch and has aftershock for at least an hour. We continued to hang out and she cooked me dinner. After another round she fell asleep and I proceeded to enjoy the rest of my beer in the living room. 

If you’ve caught on so far, I’ve been linking examples of RP wisdom throughout. However, I can’t for the life of me find the post I’m looking for that describes how a woman will essentially love-bomb you directly after she has cheated on you as a way of throwing you off the trail/calming any suspicions her actions may have arisen in you. 

Now Brenda didn’t cheat per se, but it essentially adds up to the same thing for the purpose of discussion.

As I’m drinking my beer, I realize her phone is sitting in the living room and she had previously told me her lock code. 

I decided to verify my suspicions by [looking through her phone.](https://archive.is/jutI3)

This was not my first time looking through the phone of a girl I was involved with so I knew what I was getting myself into. 

It was relatively clean to be honest. There was one orbiter who she wasn’t entirely shutting down the advances of….a few texts to me, a couple to two of her girl friends…... then I found it. 

Her ex that broke it off with her right before we met. There is plain sight was a text she had sent not 5 hours earlier stating, “as much as I want it to, tonight isn’t going to work for me, but I want to invite you to do dirty things to me in the future."

I looked at her call log. She was on the phone with him for an hour before and after my call the other night and her GPS showed a trip that had her arriving home shortly before she called me the next morning. 

Bingo Watson. Trust but verify folks. There is nothing wrong with checking out her cellphone as long as you know you won’t get caught.

I crawled in bed and contemplated my next move - what I wanted moving forward from her. 

We weren’t in an exclusive relationship. She was still treating me like a king. 

*Damnit if I had only ignored her call like I had planned before I got drunk and acted impulsively.*

Oh well. 

I woke up the next morning to coffee in bed and more great sex. I whipped the condom off and nutted on her face, then cuddled her for a minute, told her I love spending time with her before I packed my things and left.

She called me later that day and seemed odd.

After a bit of coaxing, she confessed that an ex had reached back out and invited her out the previous evening. 

*WOAH NO SHIT?!*

She said she had turned him down in favor of spending time with me because she knows spending time with him won’t lead anywhere good - but she felt guilty and was compelled to tell me about it because she spent the past day in bed with me. 

*Sure THAT'S why*

My gut knew the answer days earlier when she was suddenly in pain and had to head home prematurely. 

She also said that she had unresolved feelings for this guy and he plays a coy game with her when she would really be happy if he would just try to fix things and get back together.

I told her I had no desire to have this conversation with her and I got off the phone. 

A day later she has texted apologizing for being “out of line” and “an asshole” on the phone yesterday and has since called 6 times in a row.

I have yet to respond at all. 

She was clearly [alpha widowed](https://archive.is/NNi7d) by this guy and there is obviously nothing left to do but [withdraw](https://archive.is/Ayyft) at this point.

Though she wants to reach me, it’s not because I’m her first choice, just her only viable option.

As far as I’m concerned, she might be able to beg her way back to fuck buddy status, but the emotional investment is over. The trips are over. The phone calls are over. The dinners are over. There are plenty of other girls out there that would love to earn the right to those good times. Good thing I [always keep two in the kitty.](http://no-maam.blogspot.com/2004/07/book-of-pook.html)

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