Before I was a teenager, my father gave me some good advice. He said "Bang as many 9's and 10's as you possibly can, then marry a 6 or 7." Well I took this advice to heart. In my early teenage years, I started getting into small short term relationships where the only goal was sex.

This lasted for a couple of years but when I turned 17 I figured I could somehow beat the system and find a nice girl to settle down with early on. I figured I'd be able to tell my kids how they're parents met in high school, went to prom with each other etc... similar to how my parents met.

So I met this girl named Heather (not her real name).
She was sweet and kind at first. She offered me some coffee every morning when I got to school.
We eventually started dating and things took off from there.
Things went wonderfully at first. We went on dates, went to prom together, got to meet the parents (who were very impressed with me), took her virginity, even spent nights together even though she comes from a very religious family.
I thought I had it all. A loyal and sweet woman who I thought would make a great future wife.

Then the time came where I went away for college. I'm not just talking about going to the next state over. I'm talking about flying over 2,000 miles away for college. Let the downhill slide begin.

For the first year of college, things weren't so bad. We talked to each other regularly and made video chats with each other at least once a week. Heck I even got to surprise her when I came home for Christmas early. Then things started to slow down in the second year of college. Our chats and conversations became shorter and less frequent. This eventually lead her to breaking up with me on New Year's Eve 2015 claiming that we were growing apart from each other and she said she needed to focus on herself. But things were about to get so much worse.

A few months after the breakup I had a female friend of mine, who I'll just call Sarah for the rest of this story, stay over at my dorm room for a week. I had met Sarah many years ago through online gaming. She seemed nice enough and she even used to write erotic novels, nothing that blew up and got famous though. Well one of her friends was coming down to visit her father and she tagged along. So Sarah needed a place to stay and I was the first guy she hit up. She gets there and she makes a confession to me. She's always wanted to have sex with me because I was much younger than her (about 10 years younger) and she wanted to have a MILF/Cougar experience at least once in her life. Thankfully she was single at this point in time and so was I so I figured why not. During that week we had sex at least twice a day. We even gave each other oral sex while the other person was playing video games. It was a dream come true. She eventually left and we still talk to this day.

Well somehow, one way or another, and I still haven't figured this out to this day, Heather found out about my sexual escapade. And she went nuclear. Meanwhile the only thing I said to her was that I was single and could do what I wanted to. I guess she must've thought that I couldn't possibly get with anyone else and that I would come crawling back to her or some shit like that.

A few months after that incident we ended up back together. I thought maybe we could try again since we really only grew apart due to distance. This was probably the biggest mistake of my life and the biggest success. Let me explain. After dating for about another year I come to find out from another random girl that my girlfriend has been cheating on me and she even showed me the photos to prove it. (Turns out the guy she was cheating on me with was also cheating on his girlfriend, go figure. I guess cheaters deserve one another). As you can probably imagine, this made my blood boil. It got so bad that I had to have another one of my friend's calm me down. My grades started plummeting in my junior year of college because I was so depressed and angry, wondering how I could continue.

However I had a friend of mine tell me something that I'll never forget. She said "Become successful and make her come crawling back to you. After all, there is no better revenge than success." And this lit a fire inside me. I became determined to turn my life around just to stick it to her. A semester went by where I managed to get my grades up to being tolerable again. But the next semester and every semester after that I managed to make the Dean's List. 4 semesters in a row of A's and B's coming from D's and F's. During this time I was also applying to jobs. I managed to get an interview with a military tech division of a Fortune 500 company as a Game Designer. The job would mostly consist of me developing simulation games, battlefield scenarios, and other visualizations for the military to use. The interview was held on my 23rd birthday, and I got the job 4 days later. I was riding high on cloud nine. I felt like I did it. I got my life together, got a six figure full time job, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

So then college graduation came. Got to do the whole ceremony thing, walk across the stage, get my diploma etc... And after this I decided to do a little road trip on my own since that seems to be something most MGTOW are doing nowadays to the Grand Canyon and Route 66.

After that I moved out east to my new job, got settled in to my own apartment, and decided to treat myself a little bit with one of my dream cars. A 2013 Chevrolet Camaro 2SS.

So I decided to post the photos of both my trip to the Grand Canyon and the car on Facebook.

Well guess who decided to make a new Facebook account and come crawling back after a year of not talking to me.

Sorry if the conversation seems broken but there was personal information in there that I couldn't divulge plus I think you'll see just how desperate she was:

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So that's basically been my life up until now.

TL;DR: My oneitis cheated on me while I was in college. So I became irresistible to her by earning a six figure income and buying my dream car all at the age of 23. She came crawling back but I didn't take her back.