I was meeting a real estate agent for networking and even though she was probably a 9+ I didn't really have any conscious desire to hook up with her. Then I had a peek at her instagram and some kind of oneitis.. the little quotes and curated pics IMMEDIATELY cast its spell and she transformed into a unicorn before my eyes.
I sent an emotional vomit email, probably wasn't as bad as I think but even while writing it the red bill and blue pill voice were fighting them selves out.
of course, a LJBF ticket came out of the girl, a rather considered and unbitchy one, but I wished her the best with her dude that she said she was going to get serious with (sure she had a ton of orbiters), and she still wanted to meet to discuss business.
I have been dreading entering the little man bitch cage that meeting would have put me into. If I was outgoing and myself, I probably would have said some alpha shit and then upset the frame she made.
I think in rational male, he wrote only way to deal with LJBF is to bail.
So today, I wrote my escape email that don't think there is a 'there there' with the networking right now and didn't leave anything open like 'contact me if so etc.'
It just felt so damn good not to have gone into that fucking monkey cage of LJBF. And my email had some kind of sense of finality to it.. no little hooks to grab onto, that I can sense a little vacuum where my connection with her was.
This may sound minor to you all, but it was a huge win for ME.
ME didn't want to get in that cage and share my world with a woman who rejected me, even if I forced the rejection with the quasi white knight emotional puke email.
So point is, even if your 'going down a road' its not inevitable, you can stop the loss at any point. Jump script.