This is a long (first) post, so I'll break it up into sections and TLDR as I go along for your viewing convenience.

Overall TLDR: my 38 year old rich plate gets mad about my active search for other plates, then admits she's using a Beta Bucks for dinners, shows, and vacations she could easily afford herself because it "feels nice to be treated that way even though he doesn't turn me on and I don't want to fuck him."

Moral of the story: ALL WOMEN ARE FUCKING LIKE THAT.

Cast & Characters:

Me: Good looking guy, in shape due to frequent lifting and sports. 29, independent, not rich. Sexual tinder profile, spinning plates.

She: 6/10 yoga enthusiast, makes large amounts of money in her career. 38 years old.

BB: Older, "very wealthy/successful minor celebrity" according to her.

Field Report:

Part 1 TLDR: we met on tinder, fucked on the first date, and have been fucking casually for a month or so.

My original tinder profile had normal pictures and had a boring run down of my hobbies and interests. It got me some matches, a handful of numbers, and two or three dates that fizzled into nothingness.

I recently decided to sex it up with shirtless pics and an explicitely sexual tagline about my preferences in bed. That got me more matches, more numbers, and I have been spinning plates ever since.

One of the first plates I met was a 38 year old. Her profile said she was 32. I didn't find out she was 38 until we were about to fuck. Our texting started out sexual -- going into details about our kinks and whatnot. I wasn't rushing to escalate to a date, because I was focusing on younger, hotter girls, but when she asked me if I wanted to show her "my part of town," I knew she was solidly DTF and not just some flake looking for validation.

We go on our date. She's pleasantly surprised that I don't have a high pitched voice, am not shorter than I claimed, and have some semblance of confidence. Her words. I keep making off the cuff comments/jokes about how she's coming back to my place later, which she loves (confidence). Blah blah, long story short, we go back to my place and fuck.

She has a super high libido (says I don't fuck her nearly as much as she wants), is very sensitive all over her body, cums multiple times without much effort on my part, etc. (I think this is important to note considering her later attitude towards her Beta Bucks.)

We've been fucking once or twice a week ever since, but she travels a lot and I've been busy so it's not always convenient.

Part 2 TLDR: One month later, this is obviously a casual sexual relationship due to age/career differences, how we met, and how we interact.

She's very sexually liberal. She doesn't believe in marriage. When we first started fucking, we'd lay in bed and she'd look through my tinder profile to pick out girls she wanted to have a threesome with. She's not nearly attractive enough to be as selective as she was being, but I can't tell her that. I think she's in serious denial about her age. Anyway, she'd say things like, "I'm going to help you look better so you can get more girls," regarding my hair style and clothes. Whatever.

Before some idiot asks me why I'm fucking a 38 year old 6/10, I'll explain. I have three basic qualities that affect who I'm willing to fuck. They are in no particular order: her attractiveness, her age, and her willingness to fuck. If one or two is low and the others are high, I'm in. I.e. if she's young and hot, but not willing to fuck, I try harder. If she's older and mediocre, but super willing to fuck, I fuck without putting in effort. If she's young and willing to fuck, but not that attractive... you get the idea.

As time goes on, this type of interaction gradually fades away and we just fuck and go out to eat afterwards, or watch TV for a bit until we want to fuck again. We've yet to spend the night together. Then this happens...

Part 3 TLDR: Finds out I'm actively pursuing plates, flips her shit, admits she has a side BB. I feed her and she calms down and says she was hangry.

Last night, she sees a text pop up on my phone from a girl whose contact info starts with "Tinder." She immediately snarks out, "Who's tinder so-and-so?" I'm honest. I tell her it's a girl from tinder I'm talking to, and that there are a lot more.

She asks how many girls I'm talking to from tinder as she moves farther away from me on the couch and drops her playful tone. I see where this is going.

It's hard to recap an entire conversation that involves her hamstering and my verbal tapdancing, but I'll do my best.

She complains that actively seeking other girls to fuck makes her feel like she's not good enough, that I'm looking for someone better, and it makes her not want to fuck me anymore. In reality, all of these things are true, but I can't say that.

I say something along the lines of, "This started casual with no expectations on going exclusive. I enjoy fucking you, I like you, I don't want to stop fucking you, I just want variety." I actually do like her personality. She's smart and funny, nonjudgemental, doesn't believe in marriage... But she's WAY too fucking old for me to even consider an exclusive relationship with. So I do some mental gymnastics to figure out how to convey this in a non-abrasive fashion.

We go back and forth with variations of these sentiments until we finally both feel like we're on the same page.

Actually, that wasn't hard to recap at all.

The fun part! (The meat of the post)

During this back and forth where she's accusing me of actively seeking better, I ask her, "You mean to tell me you aren't talking to other guys?"

She sheepishly admits yes, she's talking to a few. I ask, "And you're talking to them with no intention of fucking them? Why are you talking to them?" She admits that, "Well, I am seeing one..."

Me: "Have you been fucking?"

Her: "Nooooooooo. I'm not attracted to him at all."

Me: "Ok, why?"

Her: "He's older than me, he's very very well off. He's a minor celebrity. And he takes me out on all these fancy dates. He takes me on expensive vacations, he takes me to expensive shows... Turns out he's good friends with the editor of some food magazine, and his connection enabled us to get into one of those restaurants that has a 5 month waiting list, on a Saturday night, with just a phone call. And it's ridiculous because I already make ridiculous money. I can afford all of these things easy. I don't need a man to do this for me. It's just nice to be pampered."

Long story short, she ended up going on and on (once you get a woman comfortable with being honest, they never shut the fuck up) about how it just feels so good for someone to treat her like that, even though she doesn't need it, and he doesn't turn her on in the slightest. She told me how she felt kinda bad and that maybe she should give him a "pity fuck," because he's made several advances and she keeps turning him down. But she doesn't want the ride to end so she feels "obligated." Her words.

Obligatory brag, but noteworthy for the moral: in all that, she makes clear that I turn her on wildly, I don't fuck her enough, yada yada.

Classic AFBB.

Finally we end this convo and go get food. A little while after she eats, she says, "I was just cranky before because I was hungry. I don't care about your other tinder sluts."

TLDR: AFBB, AWALT, GO FUCKING LIFT, don't be the orbiter, you know the rest.

I actually am proud of how well I maneuvered my way through this accusatory conversation and was able to manage her expectations. I'd like to offer insights on how, but I don't think I can recall enough detail for it to be useful. I'd say things like "maintain frame," etc. But you've all heard that a million times over. I'll just say I was honest in that I told her what I wanted while making a conscious effort to not hurt her feelings. I.e. I didn't admit I was actively seeking younger, hotter women (I am, but I said I wanted "variety"), or that she's too old (she is, I just said, "we're not exactly long-term relationship material"). You get the idea. I was honest with my intentions, but I wasn't abrasive.

(edited for formatting, grammar, readability, etc.)