I came across TRP a few times while I was in my recent relationship. My response: "That sucks guys but MY GIRL IS DIFFERENT".

My girl was not different.

Two years ago I had just turned 27, I was green and innocent as a daffodil coming out of a 6.5 year LTR with a nice quiet girl. Was the perfect beta relationship, those comfy ones you don't hear about or talk about cause we kept to ourselves.

Before that I came from a small town and I grew up incredibly sheltered. Until I was 19 years old I was at the bottom of the beta pit. Never experienced a damn thing. Once I moved away for Uni and lived in a dorm I began to come out of my shell. It's been a 10 year journey of building my confidence since then, which included the 6.5 years of LTR.

Eventually she dumped me, it sucked but AWALT. She needed to find herself etc. which ultimately was fine I really grew into my looks and (to a lesser extent) my confidence in my 20's and deep down felt I was due for an upgrade anyways.

I don't have much bad to say about that relationship or the girl. But I learned nothing about being a man or dealing with women.

I was single for a month, I did have some fun, I had become more social and confident and maybe thats partly the reason I didn't connect with my ex anymore.

A month later, I meet a fucking bombshell. This girl was hot, young, latina, energetic, fun, sexual. Complete opposite of the pretty and nice small town white girl I was with before. I'm also sitting there in my prime, just finished my first high(ish) pay project in my line of work.

I was so green I had absolutely no clue what I was getting myself into, but there where red flags everywhere. I knew girls played games and I honestly thought I was savvy, and in the beginning I kept my distance not getting attached or jealous. Shit tests were all over the place, I can't tell you where I failed and where I didn't. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, but I think I did OK in the beginning. Honestly though, I was a barely-made-the-team freshman going up against the Lebron of lies, deceit and manipulation.

Anyways here we are. I'm so enamoured by this girl. She told me how attracted she was to me, how into me she was EVERY DAY. She couldn't keep her hands off me. We worked together and she would grab my dick at work and flash me in the stairwell. We would fool around in the bathrooms, it was amazing. I was so swept up I started spending all of my money. We went on a big trip together, she makes less than me so I felt awful making her pay for dinner. She got me to a point where I wouldn't even mention it cause I “made her feel like shit”, and I would deal with that for the next day or more.

Eventually my work slipped. (The more I write this the more I am just god damned embarrassed, it gets so much worse). I quickly lost interest in all of my projects. I stopped going to the gym. I made my life about seeing her, spending time with her, grabbing drinks with her, listening to her awful high school level drama stories about this person and that person. I bought into all of it. Thinking back a MAJOR reason was this girl was absolutely stunning. HB9 at the least. I loved being with a girl this attractive. I did feel a genuine connection with her and I did feel like she was loyal. I was around too much, nothing could have slipped through and she loved having me around.

This post could literally be a 100+ page book on examples of how much I failed in this relationship. Some highlights:

  • I bought her a trip to Las Vegas for christmas, she got me pants and shoes. Not her fault, I went overboard, but she treated me like garbage for half of that trip, threatening to fly home alone at one point cause the bouncers didn't let her in a roped off area in the club. She also constantly reminded me how much free shit you get when you come to Vegas with only girls, so....

  • Shortly after she booked a Vegas trip with her single girlfriend, “going with a guy is not the same”, forget the free trip I gave her, not getting the princess treatment from all the other guys bothered the shit out of her. Did she cheat on me down there? Probably.

  • The sex dried up after a few months, spent about a year frustrated, dead bedroom. For the longest time we had to be messed up on booze and drugs in order to have sex. It was hell.

  • She was incredibly jealous. If I so much as spoke to other girls she would throw tantrums, while she openly flirted with other guys, including co-workers of mine when we worked together.

  • Here's a gem, shortly before we broke up I took her out for dinner the night before Valentines day. We already had our valentines day dinner, but I felt bad that she hadn't been working in a while. I realized shortly before I was getting hit hard with food poisoning. She showed up a bit drunk already and bought the most expensive shit she could. Somewhere she found a way to throw a tantrum, treat me like shit, and then left me home dying to go partying with a girlfriend. She did have some money in her purse, she used it to buy coke.

Either way, even after breaking up with her briefly in November (she begged me to take her back), I fell back into beta mode. I allowed her to threaten to break up with me. She would get wildly upset over the smallest things. Somehow there I was, accomplishing nothing and completely stuck. I was stuck striving for small victories with her, and life was what it was.

Then the universe gave me the kick I needed.

"Beware The Ides of March"

That's the exact date in all came unraveled. Things were building up, she was acting shady, I was getting paranoid and jealous based on things she was saying. We ended up having a fucked up weekend where she brought a female friend back to my place and we did a lot of drugs and had a threesome (I'm off drugs, as I was before I met this girl) This lasted a couple nights.

Long story short, eventually the friend got weirded out by how drunk my GF was getting and told me I should send her home. I tried to tell her that isn't really appropriate but she was adamant. She said had something to tell me.

Uh oh.

As my girlfriend is getting ready to leave I get a text from her that says “not tonight babe but we'll link up soon”. I laughed it off, she makes no sense when she's like this.

Eventually I got her in a cab, went upstairs and this girl needs a drink, asks me some questions and then drops a bomb.

My girlfriend is an escort.

I laughed it off again. No way, I'm with her every night. She probably said something like this while she was not making sense. Do you have proof? I ask..

Yes she does. An entire text message conversation of my girlfriend trying to convince this girl to join her. She went on a trip to another city and basically spent the whole time meeting up with sugar daddies. I read the entire conversation in detail, her plans to go back, how these guys were going to buy her plane ticket, how you just do what they want. It was soul crushing, absolutely brutal. I'll never forget that moment and that feeling.

Also in the texts were proof that she was doing it in our city as well, with an agency, basically at a brothel. You pick a girl online, show up, pay $300 and fuck them in their little fantasy rooms. She had been doing it about a month and a half before I found out. How did I not know? It was easy for her. I work 6 or 7 hour shifts and she would go in and do her thing for an hour or 45 minutes. Plus I actually did trust her not to do anything that fucked up. I thought she could get too drunk and do something, but not this.

The really fucked up thing was that I saw no remorse from her at all, thats what I still can't wrap my head around. Remember the V-Day dinner from earlier? After I started putting all the pieces together I realized that right before that dinner she had been "working". I didn't question the money in her purse. NO FUCKING REMORSE.

I was under such a fucking spell that even reading the texts it made more sense to me that she was lying to this girl. I honestly was blindsided like I never thought I could be.

The next morning I had to go skiing. On 2 nights no sleep, high (don't do that) and with this new information. The other girl tried to get me to wait a week before confronting her. Fuck that. I drove to her place that night, and dropped the sweet, sweet bomb that I knew everything. She didn't say a word. I told her we're done, called her a whore, and said she just destroyed this relationship in the worst possible way. I walked out, she chased me crying, “It didn't mean anything”!!

I had to return some shit to her the next day. When I did she literally clung to me in the street begging me not to leave her. Are you kidding? She's done absolutely everything to get me back. It's now been six months.

Biggest lessons I learned are the obvious AWALT. Also, it's good to get burned, I am a much, much stronger man because of this experience. I'm only 29 I could have been married in my 40's. I have seen those stories and I have deep respect for those men and what they've endured, and I'm inspired by how they've turned things around.

It also led me here, it led me to lift the veil on women and life. I've gotten myself into great shape. I have been with more women than I can count, I've had any sort of emotional attachment to zero of them. I've very much gotten back on track with my work. I'm truly unplugged to a point where it takes no conscious effort at all to see through a woman's shit.

Everything I've learned through this experience has just proven that TRP is preaching the truth, no if, and's or but's. There is NOTHING we can do about it, you can't fix her. Accept it for what it is and adapt.

Also, be thankful to the bitch that sent you here. Life is different now, that idea in your head of the perfect romance is shattered, it's a fantasy that doesn't exist. You may feel a constant underlying pain of the deception always, but that makes you more of a man than you're flower-buying, compliment-hurling, white knight blissfully unaware former cuck self ever could hope to be. Embrace it.

When this happened it was the worst pain I'd ever felt. As sad as it is, that was my worst fear, I'm not close with my family or a lot of people, she was it. So when your worst fear comes true and you come out the other side intact, you can't be broken anymore. It's a blessing and a curse, I'm not as happy as I once was but I'm awake. I'll take it.

TL;DR - Dated a beautiful Latina for a year and a half. Was 100% convinced she was loyal, found out she had been a prostitute for the last month and a half of our relationship.