Howdy,

I took the feedback from my previous FR and I realized my spergy mistake in trying to over alpha myself. I made some mindset changes, started taking anti depressants and it's like life took a 180. I started focusing less on things I wanted to be like, and more on things about me that I am proud of, and my confidence slowly built up. I'm thinking less and acting more by escalating with any girl I find attractive, day or night, whether she is alone or with friends. So far its a 1/10 hit rate, which I am more than pleased with. I'm at a point where my friends are calling me a serial dater.

One girl in particular, I really liked. Overall, she's a 7/10, but 2 points come from her massive tits and ass. (Goddamn, I wish yall could see) We didn't hit it off immediately, but after talking and teasing, we really started to vibe, and I told her I wanted to take her on a date in her city.

1. Date 1

Plans go to shit, but I improvise, and we end up in an Irish bar. (Ironically, over text I had joked after sexually teasing her that my plans were to play Uno, and it's what we ended up doing) She got mad I was winning at Uno and started insulting me. Eventually I got tired of it and said "If you don't stop talking shit, I'm not going to kiss you." That shut her up. After the bar we kissed, had some more drinks on the pier, and talked about some pretty philosophical shit, which was a bonus for me.

After getting back home (we didn't fuck for logistical reasons), she texted me at all hours over the next few days. Instant replies, saying anything she could to carry on the conversation. I teased her some more over text and life was pretty good.

2. Date 2

We went on another date around a week later, this time in my city. I took her around, bought her some dope ass fries and we went for a walk in a park I consider to be a hidden gem. We start making out, and eventually we go back to my place. We get naked and we both like what we see. We fuck pleasantly but unceremoniously as she had to leave soon to catch the last train. But it was as she was about to leave that I lost my frame for just a second.

I said could just stay at my place for the night, and she almost seemed at a loss for words that I even suggested it, and I realized. So, I said that of course it’s only an option if she wants to, to which she makes some BS excuse to catch the last train instead. Poorly timed on my part, but whatever, I’m only trying to be hospitable with the girl I just fucked. We talk about the shit we’re going to do next time; she says “Oh, I’m not submissive at all”, and I say, “we’ll put that to the test then”.

At this point I’m beginning to like her. She seems like such a cool person on the inside and out, but she says one thing that was a huge red flag. We talked about relationships, and I ask her if she’s ever cheated and she says “No, but thats because I usually break up with them”, with a joking laugh. Huh. We’ve had a good time so far. Surely she wouldn’t pay me that kind of respect. She knows I have a good job as an engineering intern, I am fit, good looking and take care of myself. I stuff it to the back of my mind as hamstering and walk her to the station.

We both go home horny, supposedly.

Life seems good.

3. Uh oh

Around a week later there’s a student party in my city and I invite her to join me with some friends and housemates. She says it sounds like fun and we arrange to meet. I didn’t say it, but after the party I was planning on telling her that I really like her, to hint that I might want something more serious. It was to the point where I didn’t care about fucking her as much as I did to try and build a connection. Definitely some oneitis symptoms, I know.

Come the day before the party, she texts on IG saying she wasn’t feeling well and that she wouldn’t be going. That’s fine. I didn’t really believe her as by this point, I could tell she was no stranger to excuses, but assumed she had her reasons.

Two days later I text her to ask how she’s doing. No response. Strange shift in behavior from non-stop texting... but whatever.

Three more days pass to today, nothing. Not even a left on read. Now I’m pretty sure some shit is up. I check WhatsApp as I had just remembered I had her number and boom... last online 10 minutes ago.

Shit. That kinda sucks. Next!

4. Conclusion

This was a pill I ashamedly nearly coughed out, and I’m actually glad she ghosted me in the end. I did start to like her, but this lesson in female bullshittery has taught me YET AGAIN that the red pill is right. I really wish it wasn't. I want to believe it isn't. I want to believe women are tender, empathetic creatures. But what I've learned is that frame is what determines a woman's interest in you, and that they will drop you like nothing no matter how good your connection is. Western women are selfish and vain... But then again, no one can stop the sun rising in the morning.

Tl;dr I go on 2 dates with a baddie. She texts me nonstop til our next date, we fuck and she ghosts me after I lose frame for one moment.