This post is a bit longer than I expected freakishly, atrociously, long; there is a TL;DR, but the information contained within pertains to the problem at hand, so please read through. This is an issue of grave importance to me, personally.

Yesterday, my co-worker, Alice, 23, broke down emotionally and confessed the desire to commit suicide. She went on to say she hadn't told anyone else and had been feeling that way for quite a while (broke off a 3-year LTR 6 months prior). Colluding with the loss of her beau, she was just recently date-raped by some douche who couldn't handle rejection. On top of that, she has been force-fed RP knowledge through personal experience by being played over and over again. -I should note, she is exceptionally beautiful, a 9 on my scale; however, since I work with her, I will concede to an 8 overall (coworker goggles and all).- She appears overtly distraught and may now be realizing the overall detrimental direction her promiscuity is taking her. Throughout my observation of the matter, I have not seen anything resembling her hamster, of which I am extremely accustomed (worked side-by-side for two years). It seems reality is truly reality in this specific scenario. My issue stems not only from the latent desire for suicide, and seriousness of the threat, but what came after, on the same day when she asked if I was interested in an MLTR with her...

It's probably important to give a short long (sorry) spiel on WHY this is a problem for ME.

I'm 22 and live in Georgia, just outside of Atlanta. I've been in this city for 3 years, been at this job for 2. Before this I was in high school in New Mexico. While in high school, I was what you all would consider a "natural". In the four years I spent in New Mexico (moved from Georgia, my home, to New Mexico for HS, and back) I tagged and bagged 19 of the 22 volleyball players, 13 of the 15 cheerleaders, and made a game out of banging my friend's girlfriends without losing said friend (failed sometimes, but ultimately refined the approach and near the end had an almost 100% success rate). I was popular, I was well liked, and I had a fantastic reputation across the entire school district based on my athletic ability and the girls I dated (I only ever changed my FB relationship status three times in four years, and it was for the three "hottest" girls in school). My SAT scores are in the 98th percentile, my ACT scores in the 97th. I took three separate IQ test at the ages 14, 16, and 17 respectively, which placed me in the 99.99th percentile for potential intellect worldwide. -Let me make an aside to make clear my intentions here are not to brag, we ALL have positive and negative aspects to our character and everything I've written is important for me to air out, so the advice I may be given is as accurate to my specific situation as I can get it.- That said, I turned down multiple scholarships for football, against the wishes of my parents AND coaches, as a way to "stick it to the man". When I ultimately graduated with a GPA of 2.2 and only due to the reluctant decision from one teacher who decided not to flunk me last minute is when reality set in... I cared more about the here-and-now, my inflated ego, my image, frame, and popularity than I did my own future. After graduation, I ran away; I ended up back in Georgia with some extended family and put myself through a "personality overhaul". Way I saw it, I needed to change, and I needed to change fast or I was going to end up dead or imprisoned. The first year after I moved back I buckled down and got a job at a WalMart and initiated communication with the Navy so I could do the required training for SEALs. I also didn't talk to women... at all. Then I tore my rotator cuff, ironically the same day I turned in my application to BUD/S. I never joined the military, instead I switched gears and am now focusing on a law degree as well as a future in politics. This switch in personality came with a price: I grew a moral compass. I stopped manipulating people, (politics, I know, I know) I stopped gaming girls, and I started treating everyone I met with equal trust and respect.

Then I met Alice. She's the One, guys; I understand a whole 0% of you believe in the idea, but I've done everything in my power to change my own mind, but something in me just clicked. We're the samefuckingperson. I chased this girl for the entire first year I worked with her, never disrespectfully, always honestly, always honestly. I made it a point to have a 100% honest relationship with this girl from the moment I met her. I never succeeded. She was interested in "Alpha" and I was approaching her as the most BP Beta there ever was. When the entire debacle reached an impasse, I realized my flawed approach (I'm not as smart as I thought). I shut her off and did Rule of 10 and had sex for the first time since moving back to GA. After roughly three months I re-initiated communication with her based on the want of friendship, instead of a relationship. I was also completely over my Oneitis and saw her as just another floozy. At this time is when I discovered r/TheRedPill and started to read, and read, and read. I think I've read all of what RooshV and others have blogged, as well as the entire sidebar. Based on what I knew before my "Beta switch" and what I know now, most of the reading I've done is not new information, per say, but more or less refining and honing the knowledge I was raised on. Since then her attraction to me has skyrocketed, however, I am prideful. Basically, where I stand is: She had her chance with me, I may have approached the situation differently than I should have, but she chose to be a slut instead of taking what I offered.

This FINALLY brings me to my dilemma for you all here at r/TheRedPill, r/askTRP, and r/RedPillWomen:

TL;DR She wants to die (her words). She wants to date me (MLTR). I've spent a large amount of time and effort getting over this girl and I don't want anything even resembling a romantic relationship with her... yet; I hold to the idea that I will take her when she grows the fuck up. She's too perfect for me to ignore in the long run, even if she wastes her youth fucking random douche-bags with no game. So, ultimately, she's backed me into the proverbial corner with the entire debacle. Compounding the entire issue is my newfound morality; a sizeable portion of my thought process is being consumed with the notion of tossing all RP mentality, expect to utterly and completely destroy my psyche when she finally cheats on me, (I'd give it from 3 weeks to 6 months) and save her fucking life. Just be there for her. Also, slightly nagging thought that keeps occurring to me: Is she just seeking some sort of fucking validation from me? And am I completely fucking falling for it?

What the FUCK do I do?!

-Another quick note: I've just laid out a lot of intimate information about myself and Alice. Know that she chose to trust me with her thoughts and emotions. Also know that by posting this problem on an online, and very, public forum, I am burning that trust. I changed a ton of details to make the both of us suitably anonymous, but I do know a few Redditors from high school. If any of you recognize me, please refrain from pointing it out, as, again, this is an extremely sensitive topic to me. Thank you.

EDIT Post is only 30 minutes old and the unanimous judgement on the issue is that I'm an idiot tool who nearly got out-smarted by this broad. I am very glad to have come here first before making any sort of decision on the issue... Because really, now, it seems like a non-issue. I've been mulling over this for almost 24 hours now... took you fuckers 30 minutes. I've got some more progress to make, holy shit. Thanks for the answers, they certainly did more than just help me reach a decision here. I'll leave the post up for a few hours at least, but I think I have my answer. Thanks again.

~Potato