(Long read but full of RP Gold)

As I sit here on my balcony with my morning coffee and a hangover, I am still trying to wrap my head around what the fuck happened last night.  This is some serious shit that is a far more twisted revelation than if I were to have awoken next to a huge landwhale that somehow looked fuckable with a pair of beer goggles.  No.  It's worse than that.  Much worse.

But first we have to flash back to roughly end of Summer 2015 for it to all make sense.

During this time I had just moved to the city where I currently reside and was a total unknown.  Moved into a nice spot near downtown and literally only had a bed and a kitchen table in my one-BR apartment.  I'd progressed significantly in my Redpill unplugging by this point and was entering the final stage of 'acceptance' that we discuss here on the forum.   It was a Sunday afternoon and I started swiping tinder to see what talent the area had since I had arrived late in the weekend and missed the chance to go out.  Other details that are relevant is that at this time I had a crazy hairstyle and finally recovered from a major surgery that really set me back on my physique.  In other words, my appearance was very different from what it is today.

On tinder I matched with an 18 year old that we will call 'Angel' for purposes of this field report.  She messaged me almost immediately (red flag) and throughout short bantering she drops subtle hints about wanting to hang out but 'has plans later around 8.'  This was my queue to push for a quick hookup since it was only about 3pm.  Told her I was new in the area, injected some sexual teasing into the convo, and number closed (importance of phone number revealed later).  I saved her in my phone as 'Angel Tinder' since I already had another girls number with the same name.

Angel was only a few miles away, so we met at the mall near my place.  After smoking a joint in my car and a makeout sesh, we went back to my place to fuck.  I remember it was fairly interesting because I could only fuck her in certain positions because she had just gotten a huge tattoo done the day before as she was still wearing part of the wrap on the back of her right shoulder and was totally greased in aquaphor (important point for later).  She left afterwards and I never saw or heard from her again.  Ghosted.  I remember looking her up on Facebook a few days later using her phone number and surprise surprise, she had a boyfriend (the beta nerdy type).  Outside of being an easy lay and a pothead, she seemed to have some things going for her.  Soccer team, good pics with her family, very feminine, and no attention whoring instagram-style sexual poses or dress style in her pics. Oh well life goes on.

Flash forward to last night.  It's 2018 now fuckers.  Still living in the same spot, got my physique back on point, shaved my head, and my apartment is now fully furnished.  It's a Saturday night and my co-worker and I are going to the bar with some friends.  Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!  Everybodyyyy.

We're out on the outdoor patio and the place is packed.  My co-worker and I zero in on a group of girls and we focus on a pair that are grinding on each other.  He took the average  brunette and I went for the blonde girl with the shorter-than-desired haircut with pink highlights, big piercings, and leather mini skirt with matching heels looking like a full blown SJW feminist type (I couldn't resist).

We talk, it's her friends birthday, they're both wasted and visiting home for week from college, we start grinding and things get hot and heavy.  She tells me her name is 'Angel', but her [real] name is so common I don't notice.  A few shit tests but her and her friend are too drunk and preoccupied with dancing with me and my co-worker.  Fast forward about 30 mins, we arrange logistics, and leave the venue.  My co-worker takes the brunette home, and Angel and I head back to my pad.

We walk into my place and she comments.

'Oh yeah...these are nice apartments."  She says in a tone of certainty and familiarity as if she had been to the same complex before.

We go into the bedroom and I pin her up against the wall and start making out with her before moving towards the bed.  She breaks away almost immediately to undo my belt and pulls out my cock and goes to town.

Now as I escalate to sex and starting pounding her missionary legs up, I see this huge fucking tattoo that starts on the top of her shoulder near her collarbone.  I flip her around doggy style and see this huge piece the covers nearly half her back spanning from the top of her right shoulder.  I've seen some weird shit in my day including, but not limited to, a tattoo of Tweety Bird on a girls ass, but the placement of this tattoo seemed very unique and I couldn't understand why at the moment.

We fuck for a good 40 mins and she's on the bed shaking silly, and for some reason something still just doesn't seem right.  We didn't talk much as her phone started blowing up.  It was the brunette chick my buddy took home and she said she's on her way to pick up Angel and she's extremely pissed off because the guy finished in 2 minutes and couldn't get hard again and his GF ended up walking in on them!  Holy shit.

She gets dressed and wobbles out of the bedroom and gets her jacket.

'That was great I wish I could stay.' She said.

'Hey it's cool.'

'I'll give you my number.  We can meet later this week.'

'Lets just stick with snapchat' I said.  (I never give my number out to chicks anymore)

'Ok my user name is xxxxxx.'

I added her and she leaves and gets on her phone with the brunette chick again and she ends up picking her up.  I'm drunk AF.  I go to sleep.

Now here's the kicker to wrap up the story.  I woke up this morning and opened my snapchat.  Sure enough she added me back and sent a message, but the message is one I'll never forget.

'Um why does my snap say your name is xXxX haha.'

Turns out the fake name I gave her at the bar last night  (which I always do with one-nighters) DID NOT MATCH the name I gave her 3 YEARS AGO when we met off tinder and she still had my fucking number saved!  That's why when she added me on snapchat (mine doesn't have a display name) it showed the name she saved me under in her phone contacts 3 years ago from my tinder profile.  The conversation in my queue was from 'Angel Tinder.'  Apparently I still had her number saved too.

I fucked the same goddamn chick 3 years ago. 

I connected the dots and looked back into my text message history since I save every interaction and still had the same phone.  There it was.  The original conversation from after I number closed her off tinder and metup at the mall.  I blocked that snapchat so fucking fast.

It gets better.

I plug her number into facebook like I did 3 years ago and I couldn't believe what I saw.  Not only was she in a relationship with the SAME fucking nerdy guy, but her profile photos showed her drastic change in appearance over 3 years during her attendance at a liberal arts college and excessive partying.  Not only that, her public posts were loaded with cleavage shots, fempowerment bullshit, fuck President Trump, and all this animal rights activism crap.  I couldnt fucking believe it.

To top things off, my co-worker sent me a text shortly after this rude awakening that read:

'Man I had a shitty night.'

Don't ask bro.  Don't ask.

TLDR and Lessons Learned:

  • Fucked same chick twice in 3 years and neither of us realized it till after the fact.  Cock Carousel, literally.  Goes around comes around.

  • AWALT (chick cheated on her boyfriend twice with same guy.  Still with her). 

  • Hos gonna Ho when home from college.  Don't LTR in college.

  • Tattoos are a red flag

  • Liberalism destroys femininity