Tl;DR: Roommate Posts On FB about her AF, knowing full well he's not going to stick around. Chad wins again.

Background: I live with two girls (it's my last semester of uni). Both of them sleep around, and are fawning over guys that they perceive as high value. The roommate in question (we'll call her Lisa) has a decent face, but is chubby. Probably a 6.5 at best with makeup on.

Lisa shared this with her friends and I on a small private FB group today, and it struck me because of how textbook Red Pill it is:

I'm going to get hurt. Very badly. It's going to suck. People keep warning me. I know they're right. My instincts are almost always right, no matter how much I try to ignore them. It's a ticking time bomb. But I don't care, I'm going to enjoy it while I can. I don't get this sort of excitement often. It's rare for me. I have to take the good with the bad. That's just life. I know that I'm just temporary. I'm his fun until the next girl comes around. But for right now, I am HIS girl. For a brief moment of time, I belong to someone, and they belong to me. And there is no better feeling than that. So bring the pain. Bring the heartbreak. Before I crash from withdrawal, I'm going to enjoy this high.

Last night, Lisa and Dan (her Chad) had a date night at the house. I came downstairs for a midnight snack, and Dan offered me hot pockets he brought over. I accepted, and sat next to Lisa on the living room couch. Dan leaned forward so Lisa wasn't in the way and made conversation with me, while Lisa kept talking at him to hold his attention.

It was quite funny seeing that dynamic play out: he found her interesting, but he didn't care all that much about her. And she knows it.