Gentlemen, wanted to check with you if I am understanding TRP correctly in the context of my experiences and to share my lessons with our community. For clarity, I attempted to discern emotions and objective relevant facts . Please be brutally honest, and specific, if you can. Thank you for your time, advice, and participation in TRP.

TLDR * OP is a nice guy = emotional slut. * "Don’t stick your dick in crazy." * "Sluts - fuck’em, don’t marry’em." * Hold the frame, do not lose emotional control, or learn to walk away. * Be ready to walk away and respect yourself. * AWALT * Focus on your purpose and development.

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Gents, a recent mention of TRP by a close friend was a timely revelation. Events below happened before TRP introduced itself to me.

Background Back in my home city I had 4-5 LTRs with conservative girls. While some were absolutely strict, some eventually agreed me to take their virginity - you may laugh but I did not do it since I did not want to marry them. Instead, I had fucked prostitutes occasionally and had watched porn. I didn't party much so I had almost no chances to fuck easier girls for the sake of fucking (happened once in high school), so I successfully had been concentrated on my studies.

LTR I am working overseas at the moment, white-collar, lower six-figure salary. I have lived with my latest LTR for 3 years and respected her decision to have no sex before the marriage. She eventually even was suggesting me to fuck other girls although she was quite jealous. When I mentioned it would be classified as cheating, she said it is not because she was OK. Her father was clear alpha (entrepreneur, likeable), and her family lives in the same city where I come from. I was afraid to lose her as she was 8 out of 10. She eventually started showing signs of disrespect due my beta attitude (indecisiveness, crying at times when watching drama movies, enabling/providing, not being adventurous) and due to her parents rhetoric that she was young and should enjoy life. She did not want to marry saying that marriage is just a formality and she did not want to marry yet. I was fine as I had some other concerns (her high living standard expectations, her not liking my job and wanting me to become an entrepreneur, her disrespect for me praying sometimes). 6 months ago she moved back to our home city due to her parents suggesting her to come back. We agreed to reunite in a year or two wherever I will be. She was surprised why I was not afraid to lose her and then at some point she eventually got more distant, for example never wanting to Skype and taking longer and longer time to reply to my messages. When I flew to her twice in these past 6 months, she was making shallow efforts to see me and got colder. About a week ago, she stopped calling and messaging me, so I stopped as well. I cried at some point but now I feel indifference and understanding that I should be able to move on.

Failed plate attempt - inception 3 months ago, while visiting my home city, I matched with a Tinder girl who seemed LTR focused (well educated, a consultant, proper manners). She appeared 8 out of 10 on the photos. My purpose was to converse with her out of boredom and to fuck her next time I visit the city. She used to reply back with canned answers but one day got curious and gave her number, suggesting to call her. I used WhatsApp and we started exchanging voice messages. Eventually we were in touch every other day. She appeared like a conservative girl at first. She would call me sometimes, saying she wished so badly I was next to her. I digged more pictures of her on the Internet - she was really 7 out of 10 at best, but I got affectionate with her out of boredom. She confessed at times she saw dreams with me a few times. She mentioned she noted my family oriented qualities, my politeness, and my kind heart. By the way, I was always very outspoken about my sexual intentions (soft at first and more detailed later), she liked to listen to them and was welcoming ("Oh, you are brave and presumptuous, but keep going."), but kept it LTR focused as well. 2 weeks before my 2nd trip to my home city, she called me while being drunk, and we had phone sex. While drunk, she asked me if I thought virgins are a hassle, and I said "Yes, probably." (shit test). She called the day after and kept apologizing saying she did not remember anything, but I said she shouldn’t BS me but what happened was great as it opened up for me her hidden side. She said she does not sleep until after the 5th date, and I laughed saying her rule will not apply to me because I am in the city for a limited time and I simply think that rule is made up. She would share things like her usually sleeping naked in bed. She liked to play a good girl, saying what if she does not let me sleep with her, but I kept saying in a playful way that yes, she can decide whatever she wants, but she wants me and to see me too, so it is about to happen and that if it doesn’t that is not big of a deal to me to move on.

Failed plate attempt - disappointed but tried keeping the frame A month ago, during my 2nd trip, on our 1st date, that Tinder girl shared some surprising stories (shit-tests): * She once smoked, got drunk at a party and hooked up with a guy who then turned out to be her second cousin. They kept it a secret and got close since then. She shared she had discussed with him if she would have sex with me on the first date and she decided she won’t. * Her most recent boyfriend was a 17-year old guy less than a year ago, because she "wanted to have some fun before full-time work". * She asked me if I saw wet dreams with her. A colleague had confessed to her he did, but did not share details when she got curious and asked him for details. On the outside, I appeared to hold the frame in order to fulfill my pump-and-dump plans. But internally, I got disappointed and envious - she was giving herself so easily. Most importantly, it was weird she didn’t even consider that her stories would put her in the bad light. She considered sharing this stories as being sincere with me, and I kept supporting the conversation, welcoming such stories and not judging or appearing to care. Her previous red flags like "I never heard this compliment before." or "I get invited to dates to fanciest places but don’t care about dressing up lately." only then started making sense to me. Only God, she, and her girlfriends know how many fuckers and contenders she’d been having. For instance, she made a comment she is using the secondary entrance because "some Korean guy tried to date her and the concierge lady was too curious about her private life". In fact, she kissed me on the lips first, herself, after she came back from the washroom. After a restaurant, we went to a movie theater, and I was telling her to count it as the 2nd date. I hugged and kissed her throughout the movie. When I asked about her dreams, she said she was dreaming about the freedom. To my confused look that was inviting for more info, she said "Don’t worry, I don’t mean being polyamorous." Also, she mentioned she is sapiosexual and hedonist. During our walk to her place, I lost the frame when she mentioned romantic things like being next to me felt so right to her and that my visit in the fall reminded her of the "Autumn in New York". She declined to let me come up, promising it would happen but not on the 1st day.

Failed plate attempt - ate from a plate The day after. I arrived at her place at midnight. She felt a little sick but was happy to see me. We start watching that "Autumn in New York" but I did not care about the movie, undressed her and started to snog her. I asked if she is OK with me fucking her without a condom, and she inquired how recently I was tested and then agreed. I still decided to wear a condom. After two failed attempts to use a condom (the second condom was given by her, she mentioned it was from her ex) due to my over-worry, we drank some tea and she replied she is confident with herself and that just simply means we have connected emotionally but need to connect physically eventually and that this sexual experience between us matters to me. Then after returning to the bedroom I cleared my mind and we had quick wild unprotected sex. I did not come since we finished it halfway as she wanted to sleep and felt a little sick (cold or very mild flu). She hugged me, but I felt more attached to her than she to me. In fact, she seemed now 7 out of 10 to me, but I was happy like a puppy. Without the makeup and undressed with some cellulite, she was close to 6 out of 10. But then again, my first unprotected, non-commercial sex made me feel like a happy teenager. In the morning, we had full-blown unprotected sex again. I teased her, fucked her in different positions. She was trembling, was very docile but not crazy and frankly a little inexperienced compared to sex workers. Nothing crazy, just a docile doll enjoying to get fucked. A little later, she ordered food delivery, we had breakfast and I left in the afternoon. By the way, I mentioned her that I am OK with helping her out if she needs to change bulbs or fix small things around her apartment. During a breakfast, she mentioned sex was not important to her and I did not comment on it. Later that day, she was warm and messaged me herself in the evening. Then, she mentioned she worried that we had unprotected sex, and I calmed her down by saying that "we cross that bridge when we get there" and she should not worry yet, also I asked her about the last cycle. She also suggested we get a hotel room for later that week and "have wild things there", also because she did not have hot water for at least a few days befor.. I gladly took up on a task and shared to her I picked a specific decent 4-star hotel a day later, to which she did not respond anything.

Failed plate attempt - started losing the frame On Monday, she declined to see me when I called her later afternoon - she was using a girlfriend visit as a pretext at first. When I insisted to come by late evening after her female friend leaves, she said she wanted to have some private space and to devote some time to drawing a painting, since she hadn’t been in a relationship in a while. I mentioned that is was fine with me and we would be in touch. Tuesday late morning, she did not reply to my suggestion to meet. I left flowers at work and left. I called back when she finally replied, and had to persuade her to come by and see her. She called back a minute following the call and postponed our date to a day later. I could not control myself, seeing that she was getting colder, that she was no longer calling me "Kitty" and using my name, she took longer time to respond while browsing on social media out of boredom. Most importantly, I was in despair because she was being sick and that promised wild sex night in a hotel room was slipping away, with only a few days left before my departure.

Failed plate attempt - lost the frame I called her that same evening at 9 PM, saying that I was nearby visiting a friend and standing at the entrance to her apartment complex since I was in the area anyway, because I missed her and wanted her to come down for a little to see each other. * She appeared nervous and told me to wait for 20 minutes. 30 minutes later she came down with a makeup and wet hair and started with an angry comment that I did not respect her private space, that I was an egoist and she did something wrong causing my disrespect, that her male friend was OK with her declining a birthday party invite that same evening due to her sickness but me being disrespectful. I calmly argued that I missed her and that I would depart in a few days anyway. * Then she blamed me for not giving her enough time to "let her figure out what she wanted out of a relationship with me". She said I could have left flowers at her concierge instead of work. Overall, I remained surprised but calm and tried to have small talk. I tried to hold her hand, to hug her, and kiss her, but she was not into it at all. * Then she blamed me for insisting on sex while she was sick - although she clearly had been wet and really had liked my petting her. I displayed calm disagreement and kept swaying the discussion. We kept walking somewhere, she replied she needed to pick up "something somewhere". I wanted to leave but kept walking with her, trying to pacify her and leave then. * She said she had many problems to deal with at the moment. When I mentioned if these problems include personal ones, she replied: "not excluding those". When I asked her if perhaps she was seeing someone else, she replied: "not exactly". * Then I mentioned that I liked how sincere she was with me, she stopped walking and said things are not in my favor right now and it would not work out between us. - I hugged her, attempted to kiss her (she did not let me) as a goodbye, thanked for her time, and turned around in the opposite direction and left.

Failed plate attempt - got rejected and attempted to walk away On my way to the metro, I unlinked her on all common social media and deleted her phone number. I hated that I wanted an LTR with that girl - I was envious of the guys who so easily fucked her, I hated her rejecting me, I hated her disappointing me with her strange stories, I hated us not having a hotel sex night, I hated myself for getting so attached to her. Surprisingly, while walking away I kept supporting myself, saying I would not want neither an LTR nor a marriage with a girl that gave herself her easily and likely will when I am not around, a girl that has problems and possibly has one or more fuckers to keep her "freedom". She liked to smoke at times when getting depressed, she often liked to get drunk, and that scared me quite a bit. Her dad had bipolar disorder, her step-sister that lives in the US had some signs too, and I am afraid she had them too. I did not have disgust towards her, but more a disappointment that she was not a wife material, that she was not even trying to change. I disliked that I lost the frame and developed feelings for her and got desperate, needy, and uncontrollable. Before even reading TRP, I knew I had to "fuck’em and not marry them".

Failed plate attempt - should have ignored her Same evening she was texting me back, apologizing she was rude and asking if I was no longer offended. I added her number back to reply with a brief "Get well soon" in the middle of her messages like "Sorry, I can be a little bitch at times." I had a good sleep, telling myself to move on. The morning after I decided to call back to the call I missed at midnight. "-Hi, how are you feeling." "-Hi, still badly sick. Are you still offended?" - "No, I understand. Also, I want to understand if this means you still are wanting to keep in touch." - She mumbled back something inaudible. I wished her to get better soon again and finished the conversation. Later that day, I noticed she unfollowed me as well. She never called or messaged again that week. I visited two different sex workers and had great sex but it felt fake and mechanic because I just simply came by, paid, and had it. Emotionally I was there, in that Tinder girl’s bedroom... The night before the departure, I wrote her on social media: "Unfortunately deleted your number. Thank you for our pleasant interaction. I hope everything will be great with you." She replied shortly: "It was pleasant for me too. Thanks for all the time that you devoted to me all these months. Wishing you well too. By the way, they lost the flowers note, what was in it?" "I wrote 'from me to <your name and lastname.>'" "OK, that is so sweet, thank you." She liked the picture I put out hugging my LTR as if she did not care if I had an LTR. I wanted it to sting her a little but was a bit pissed she even liked it.

Failed plate attempt - the plate proves she is a slut I flew back to the city where I work. Could not stop stalking her Instagram, Facebook, etc. I found out I had her number on WhatsApp in the list of missed and incoming calls but kept holding myself from calling her. On the third day, I had a meltdown. She put out some fresh pictures on Instagram - of her street where we walked, of the picture she finished, of the view from the workplace, bringing me back those memories. The worst happened to me when by chance stumbled to her Periscope streaming via some third-party website. She was at work, in her clothes, but at 1 AM, streaming herself out of boredom instead of working. I felt envious, angry, helpless,and disappointed, because all these random guys from all over the world kept messaging her nasty comments like "Go undress in the bathroom, show your tits, nipples, ass, your vagina." The worst was that she was enjoying all that male attention, saying "Oh, you guys are silly, how can I do that here at work, you guys are crazy..." In fact, she had some other account months before, it had some 8K hearts but was never active ever before. Also, just a few days before she put out a screenshot on Instagram and Facebook with her laying in that same bed where I fucked her, in some evening dress and with a makeup, streaming herself. In that Periscope session, she was basically saying "Guys, add me on Facebook and follow me on Instagram, let’s chat." "No, I don’t have a boyfriend." She was laughing and welcoming nasty comments like "You have pimples because you don’t have enough sex. We can change that." There was so much nasty disrespect and tons of lustful comments which she enjoyed and felt self-validated. I was holding myself, but slowly felt dizzy and red. My good friend and colleague saw me and asked me to close the browser. We had a good long walk and let all my emotions out, crying, being furious towards myself that I got too attached to her and was still caring about her, while she rejected me, was quick to move on, and was enjoying that disrespectful male attention. I don’t know, a normal mentally balanced girl would not stream herself and tolerate such distasteful comments. Since then, I have stopped checking her on social media at all, zero. That disgust helps me, along with the knowledge that I will not see anything that will make me feel better, only worse. I did not even block her to show I don’t care. I revealed a romantic picture with my LTR to revenge hurt, but I kind of know the Tinder girl does not even care, she moved on, and she will never call or text me and I am not even waiting for it. At least her next cycle must have passed and she did not contact me although she could, so hence hopefully no pregnancy. I am waiting for STD tests and of course worried, but will have to deal with the worst while hoping for the best. By the way, I calling her slut not to make myself better, but because I realized she checked off way too many criteria in the "How to know you’re dating a slut" article we have here at TRP (she approached me herself, she is emotionally stable at times, she rides a cock carousel and is not ashamed of sharing it, she is more social, she likes to get drunk, she smokes at times, she gaslights). God is saving me so far (thank you, dear God), but is that one kind of a wife that would keep you doubting if those children are indeed yours - so an intolerable woman even for an LTR.