Summary: An old plate brought me weed on-call, openly shamed her BB provider and wanted me, but I wasn't interested.

Although I don't smoke it anymore, I still ingest THC regularly. My guy has recently moved to another country so I've been dry for ~a month. Not a big deal, I regularly take months off, but tonight I decided to hit up a girl from my pre-RP days about it. I spent a few hedonistic months with this tubby 5 about four years ago. All we did back then was get hammered, fuck and then smoke a ton the next day to relieve the hangover. She was pretty gross at the time and I couldn't fuck her unless I was really drunk. If I wasn't drunk enough, I couldn't get hard. If I was too drunk, I couldn't stay hard. There's an art to fucking the lowest quality girl your dick can handle. Even my 18-year old piece was struggling. I got rid of her, but she bugged me for a while afterwards. Constantly trying to get me back, even showing up at parties I went to at the end of the night in hopes of snatching me up in my inebriated state. To this day, I still get triggered because of it.

I pulled the ol' role reversal on her: hinted at sex and companionship through FB messages but demanded she bring me weed first. Within 15 mins of messaging her she says she's on her way to her dealer's place then to my apartment. Doorbell rings, I open the door and she starts walking in but I just stand still and she bumps into me. "Outside" I say. I close the door behind me. The look on her face.. fucking priceless.

The first thing she does is squeeze my arm and touch my chest. I put on about about 40lbs of muscle since the last time I saw her and of course she's quick to compliment this. Feels good, especially being on this side of the table. A quick conversation ensues: the usual how ya beeeen? I don't give real answers. Just vague nonsense because I really don't care. I tell her I appreciate her helping me out in a kind of "ok you can go now" tone. She is now desperately trying to get me to keep talking. She eventually blurts out that she has a boyfriend now but it's "nothing serious" and she's "gonna be dumping him any day now." Cool, now you have my attention.

I start asking some questions to see what her scenario's like.

Me: So where do you work now?

Her: I haven't been working for a while. I quit my job a long time ago because my boss...

Me: Oh so how do you pay for your car, rent, food and all that?

Her: Well I pay what I can and my boyfriend helps me out with the rest.

Me: Oh cool, sounds like a really nice guy.

Her: Yeah I guess, but he sucks. He doesn't trust me and always suspects the worse. He checks my texts all the time. I was with him when you messaged me and he was really suspicious and wanted to come with me.

Me: Oh and why didn't he?

Her: I didn't let him. He needs to learn to trust me. Even though we're pretty much over. I just can't stand him, honestly he's such a loser.

Paraphrasing but this is damn near what she said. She then started talking more crap about him and I cut her off, telling her I'm not gonna listen to you whine and talk shit about a guy I've never met while I just stand here like a fool. She stopped and stood silent for about 10 seconds looking at me with a smirk. Then she tried to start it up again and I just said "Alright, thanks again for helping me out. Hope it works out with you and your boy" - turned around, walked in my apartment and closed the door without giving her a chance to say anything.

An hour later she asks for my snapchat on FB. Naah.

LL: AF/BB to a T. She's doing next to nothing with her life while leeching off Johnny Bitchcock. She complains that he doesn't trust her yet shows up at my apartment with 20 minutes notice like a good little dog, eager to come inside from the cold - and obviously down to fuck. Women despise weak men and no matter how much material wealth these betas hand over to them, they can't buy passion or true attraction.

When you're the alpha women will treat you the same way beta orbiter bitchboys treat hot women.