A while back I brought Stacy back and fucked her. I didnt do it, TRP did it all. All I did, was just apply TRP advice to the letter. Afterwards I didn't contact her, I basically just ghosted her. I wasn't looking for anything more.

Stacy is friends with my mates gf, Eve. Every now and then Eve would start giving me shit for not having a gf. She was hoping that I would LTR Stacy and then we could double date or something.

A few days ago Stacy bumps into me on the train. Im keeping it light and then she starts grilling me why I don't have a gf. I tell her "I don't have time. Im too busy. I would need to give some hobbies up and Im not willing to do that".

She then starts painting a picture. With each brush stroke she adds another layer to her image as a good girl^{TM}. "I just want quiet nights in...im sick of the drinking culture here" she says with a quick brush stroke. When she's finished she's painted the portrait of a noble and fair maiden. A maiden who's sick of the fast lane, needs something simple and wholesome.

The whole time Im just agreeing with her all the while recalling how easy it was to sleep with her. How a fortnight ago she went around a major city on the back of a moped with some fat bald guy for a load of cocaine. How she's been 'searching' Tinder for someone special and on and on.

It was amazing to witness someone being so out of touch with their real self. How easy it was for her to wash away her past and paint over it with such ease. Women are very skillful at projecting the image that they want you to see.