Background:
I got interested in Red Pill philosophy after yet another failed relationship, trying to comprehend why something that started out passionate and fulfilling always seemed to devolve into toxic sexless mess and fall apart on me. I read NMMNG and WISNIFG and it was an eye-opener. I realized that I spent way too much of my energy trying to cater to my exes' needs and worrying about their feelings and emotions. I also was at a complete lack of assertive communication skills. I proceeded to read much of the Red Pill sidebar to realize that I was a complete flop when it came to shit tests. DEERing, getting mad, shouting, wall-punching, you name it. So for a while I just read and took in the wisdom. I also doubled down on my workouts and sports training - I do freestyle BMX and motocross.

After a while I got a new girlfriend and we've been together 6 months now. An all-round awesome girl, great looks, smart, sexy and fun to be around. And that said, she's a ROYAL shit-tester. As in, she literally can't go an hour without hitting me with some kind of girl crap. Luckily, with the new-found knowledge, I handle all of them with ease. In fact, her tests now seem pretty basic and we've both come to have fun with them - it all turned into good banter between the two of us and it feels great. Oh and we actually have a DB relationship (daily blowjobs).

Below is a recent story of me having fun with my girlfriend's shenanigans.

The drama
So fast forward to last week. I finish my work, starving and feel like grabbing a steak. So I book a table at a nearby steakhouse, call my GF and invite her to join me (didn't ask her if she wanted steak. In fact, didn't care). Tell her steaks are on me. We meet up. Steaks arrive and are delicious. We're chatting about our days and having fun. Then, out of nowhere, she hits me with a classic.

GF: What does your last ex look like? Have any of her pictures?
Me: (Self-disclosure and AA) None. But she's a fine-looking girl, I think you'll like her. In fact, let me search her profile.
I proceed to search my ex on VK (Russia's biggest social network) and hand my GF the phone. She jokes a bit about how I apparently used to be into blondes with crazy faces (I just smile and fog everything)
Suddenly she turns the phone to me and goes: What the hell is this???
On the screen is a funny pic I sent my GF a couple of days before. I had in fact stumbled on an old post by my ex, went to here profile, saw the pic, found it kinda funny and sent it to my GF and completely forgot about it.
GF: Did you send me a pic from your ex's page???
Me (fogging): It appears that I did, yeah.
GF: Have you been visiting her page?
Me (fogging): Apparently I have.
GF: Why?
Me (fogging and self-disclosure): I guess I was curious how she was doing.
GF: And you just talk about it like it's no big deal?
Me (fogging and AA): I don't think it's a big deal. In fact, I browse all my exes' profiles on a regular. You know I miss them all so much (pull a comically sad face).
GF: You're being serious right now?
Me (fogging) Yep.
She gets up and throws some money on the table: Here's for the steak. Have fun chatting up your exes.
She leaves. I smile as I see she hasn't finished her steak. I take my sweet time finishing my steak, then hers. I then pocket her money, pay with my card, tip the waitress and casually walk out. Lo and behold - she's standing not far from the entrance with a semi-frustrated look on her face (she could have very well left - she drove her car to the steakhouse while I took the metro).
GF: Well what took you so long?
Me (self-disclosure): I finished the steaks. Would be a shame to let prime cuts go to waste.
GF: Your girl walks away from you offended and you don't even follow her to offer some comfort?
Me (fogging, self-disclosure, broken record): Nah, I didn't feel like it. I felt like finishing those stakes.
We have back and forth chat about how much of a rotten boyfriend I am (she's smiling, holding my hand) as we walk to the car.
As we drive off she hits me with a final one:
GF: Okay I get it, you're a jerk. Now give me back my money.
Me: No.
GF: You told me you were paying!
Me (fogging): I'm sure I did.
GF: Okay then, well give me back my money.
Me (broken record, self-disclosure): Not a chance. And it's not yours anymore, it's what you pay for being a little sassy drama queen.
GF: Come on, I'm not kidding.
Me (fogging, broken record): Neither am I. Sunk costs are sunk baby. (actually said that in English because there's no accruate Russian analogy)

After that it was all fun and games. We had a great playful chat on the way home and we didn't get much sleep that night.

Lessons learned:
Nothing you haven't learned already. Shit works. I'm just here for validation. Gimme my attaboy and carry on.