Edit: I've put some stuff in brackets in response to a lot of assumptions that people in the comments have been making regarding what was 'really going on'.

I'm really surprised that some people think they understand the situation better than me, the guy who experienced it, and has a big enough circle of friends to get legit information without being direct.

Also worth mentioning that when this happened I was still fully blue pilled.

So the story goes like this - Was in a LTR from the age of 17-20, then we broke up and I basically got 0 action from there onwards because I didn't have a fucking clue how to function around new women - needless to say, the same was not true of my ex. She definitely realised this, and subtlety rubbed it in my face during brief conversations we had if we encountered each other on Campus.

Anyway, during this time I was desperately trying to get her back (I know, shoot me), and just when I thought I was making progress, she tells me that she's seeing a new guy and that she'll probably make it official soon. (At this stage, they still had not yet had a sexual relationship)

This news hurt me. So, I turned to tinder, and I somehow managed to pull a date out of the bag within a couple of weeks. We arrange to go for drinks and then go bowling whilst tipsy, it was fun.

Ok so picture this - I'm in the bar with my date having a nice time. My date gets up to go to the loo, so I check my phone and see a text from my ex making a snide comment about my date. To my horror, it turns out that she has brought her new man to the exact same bar, and was sat at a table right behind me where I couldn't see without turning my head.

My date returns, and I say nothing of this new revelation to her. We go on to have a really good time for the next half an hour, this girl I'm with is visibly having a great time (laughing hysterically at some jokes, physical contact, generally being quite involved). In the reflection of the bar window, I can catch a glimpse of how my ex's date is going - it looked fucking dead. I look down at my phone and see a string of texts from her continuing to mock my date. I didn't care what she said, I quite liked this girl.

Soon after, I notice that my ex and her man leave the bar, and I get on with my evening. (They got separate buses home)

The next day, I open my front door after hearing a knock, to find my ex who basically invited herself in. We go up to my room where she tells me that she has cut things off with this guy and wants me back. On the inside I was laughing hysterically but obviously I kept my composure and played it cool, acting pretty nonplussed about the whole thing.

We started fucking again the next week. But that's about as far as it went, we are done now. (I didn't want to go back to it full, we hardly gonna turn down sex)

I've only been on this sub for a little over a month, and this story happened quite a few months ago now. But I'm starting to see that quite often, the shit I'm reading on here is stuff that I've done before without even realizing. The difference now is that I can do this stuff consciously, rather than stumbling across it like I did in my story.

Basically, I thoroughly appreciate the stuff that people share on here, hope you enjoyed my input.