Teaching a lesson

Last Sunday, I met a 43-year-old woman, an alpha widow, divorced, who was on vacation in my city only for the weekend. This woman learned a very good lesson when trying to impose her framework: she is not the prize and the one who in the end decides if there is a relationship/sex, or not, it is me.

I don't know how I matched her, since my top on Tinder is 30 years old. Besides, she had no photos but just any photos. Suspicious. But since she left me 5 messages saying that she didn't know if she was leaving on Sunday and that she wanted to be with me, I said yes. We exchanged phones and after a short negotiation we exchanged photos, for being 43 years old, only one husband Chad. She was a typical alpha widowed mother, although she was a lifelong married woman who now decided to take "a vacation alone". She had canceled my off-road outing with friends due to technical problems, so I said to myself "why not?"

The first thing I noticed, when speaking with her on chat, was that she was already deciding for me, such as where to meet and the time, she was bossy. As a good RP boy, I said no. And I told her that if we weren't going to fuck that I wouldn't even bother to meet her, I am not a tour guide or entertainer. Automatically she changed her tone and pretensions, and she agreed to meet me for a drink and then "see what happens." I told her to meet somewhere that was about a 10-minute walk from her hotel. And I arrived almost on time. I admit that that was my first mistake since she was 10 minutes late. I realized this mistake and the first thing I did was recriminate her so that she knows that she did not accept such a thing. We started walking and I wanted to take her to a bar area with sidewalk tables, and as we walked, she began to complain about the views of the place. She told me that the place seemed "normal" and that it did not have "charm", and "why didn't we go through the old hood that is prettier”. At that moment I said to myself "I'm going to dump her right here.” In a normal situation, right there I would have said “goodbye” to her and leave to my friends house. But all my plans had been canceled, more than going to the gym and playing the PlayStation and hitting the beach a bit for the last hours, I didn't have any solid plan for this Sunday. Anyway, I decided to teach her a lesson.

Automatically I changed my way of acting and went from keeping the frame to letting myself be subjugated by hers. I knew she liked me because she showed in her choice signals. We sat at the bar that she wanted, and we were in that bar as long as she wanted. We went to eat where she wanted, and then she asks me at lunch if "I wanted to be with her" because that would affect her decision to go to the airport right there after or stay with me all Sunday and fly the next day. I lied to her saying that I did want to be with her. She put on a smile and took out her phone, took a plane ticket for the next day at 2 pm and booked the hotel because her third big negative was that she wanted me to go to a hotel with her and not her to go home. I refused, but hey, she was agreeing to leave my frame to give her the coup de grace.

At the bar and lunch, she did nothing more than confirm that she was an alpha widow, that she had been married, and that only very old men choose her. She asked me my age and in the two hours that we were together, she did not stop complimenting me on my age, my physical condition, beauty, etc. While any beta would be ultra excited to hear compliments from a woman, I know she was lying, because even though she liked me and consider me a good catch, she saw this as a good opportunity to sleep with someone outside of her league and thus validate her beauty and sexual value. She kept comparing me to her ex, whom she described as more alpha than me without explicitly saying so. There I also realized that I had to leave her since it is a mistake to want to be with someone and at the same time tell them that you are a kind of "plan b". Her ego was through the roof, and no one but her ex-husband ever ghosted her or dumped her. She was always used to all men treating her like a queen. But I was just acting, I knew everything she did and I was just gloating to know how I’m gonna ghost her in the next 30 minutes.

From lunch we went to his old hotel walking and I took my electric scooter by my side. We walked 15 minutes in the infernal heat. We got to her hotel and she told me to bring her bags. Here my acting as a good man changed to that of a masculine man with a firm frame. I said “no”, and my “no” sound blunt. She reluctantly entered the hotel and left with her bags and I made her walk with her suitcase 300m from her to the next hotel where we would be together. I told her no hotel would let me in with my scooter (bigger e-scooter for off-road) and also, without registering me as a guest and paying for it. She said “there was no problem, no one checks” and I told her I did this countless times and she was wrong. She was shocked I told her I went to hotels with other women, I loled. Anyways, her constant demands and instructions entered me through one ear and left me through the other. I couldn’t care less what she was dictating me. When we got to the hotel entrance, she told me to go and buy her tobacco. I told her no again, that I wasn’t her mayordomo, “there is a store there” –I pointed at– and she could go buy it, her face was disappointed again. So she left her bags there with me and she went around the neighborhood in search of a store that would change her 50 euro bill to buy tobacco. While in the shade I was enjoying a Coke I waited for her. After about 15 minutes, she arrives to the bar I was waiting next to the hotel and she tells me that she was going to check in at the hotel, “to wait for her” that “she would call me” on the phone and “she would tell me to go up”. I told him yes with a grin smile.

As soon as she entered the hotel door, I took out my phone, blocked her contact, deleted her from Tinder, put on my motorcycle helmet and left with my electric scooter at full speed from the place. When I got home, I had 4 calls from another phone, and had also sent messages to my number from another phone, calling me “cretin“, that "no one was going to ghost her up like this", that I am “a bastard because I made her waste money in a hotel and a more expensive plane ticket” and that “she had to stay one more day in the city without plans”. I didn't answer her and I locked that phone number too.

This woman learned the lesson that she cannot treat men as if they were her vassals, that her sex is not transactional anymore, at least for those who are masculine, and that she no longer has any value more than for a quick pump and dump.