https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/five-minutes-of-alpha-fifty-years-of-pining/

I remember reading this ~2 years ago. At the time, I thought this was gold, but I doubt I actually thought this would've happened to me.

It was textbook. I gave her some attention, but not much. It was not planned. I liked her a bit at the start, and as time went by, she got annoying enough that it was just about the sex.

I usually called her late at night, while she'd always flood my inbox with "Do you have time today? When can I see you?". 2-3 months, she told me she loved. That was funny. This chick has not the slightest clue about me. I don't think she even knew my last name. At least, likely not at the time - I remember her finding my letter box (has the same number as that of my dorm) and then looking at my name, which I called her out on: CREEPY!

Eventually, I get tired of her shit, and dump her. We part on good terms, but she can't fucking compute that. She comes back two weeks later, but this time, she's going on dates with unsuspecting betas that she never fucked, and then came to me for sex. I remembered Tucker Max talking about this, and gave myself a high five.

One time, she asks if she can come over. I was content just chilling watching South Park that night. I figured, er ok, why not, if you behave. She had been drinking a bit (she's like 5'5 and 110 lbs, so it doesn't take much) and she started flooding my phone with messages. I don't think I explicitly said she could sleep over.

She comes in, and then rejects sex. HAHA. The fuck ho? This ain't daycare.

Get the fuck out. Bitch, get the fuck out. I don't want you here. That wasn't the first time I kicked her out, but that's another story. She leaves, and then begs to let her in. She begs some more. "Please let me stay...let's have sex. I'll give you a blowjob." Fuck you, you pissed me off enough, I don't want to anymore.

She finally left as I started walking towards my phone, as I threatened to call the cops.

All in all, interesting experience. I gotta say, I was scared for quite a while, thinking she might try to fuck my shit up (she was pretty much addicted), but it's been months and nothing's happened. She went from popping up everywhere quite often, to barely being on the radar. If I hadn't seen her twice over the past 2-ish months, and a friend hadn't seen her a few weeks ago, I'd have thought she dropped out and went back home or transferred.

I kinda went on a power trip with that one of a few occasions, and act with much more caution now. I also made sure I had archived conversations saved (e-mailed whatsapp + 1 or 2 pics of her and me).