At the request of a commenter on my post in thankTRP I'm going to write out the full details of the situation that occurred with my main plate recently. This event was the catalyst that lead to my discovery of TRP. I've devoured the material in the sidebar and been reading through some of TRP. I just wish that I had know about all of this sooner. Nuclear meltdown probably could have been prevented. I've recognized many of the mistakes I've made after being unplugged. However, I'm sure my experience and the subsequent analysis might prove helpful to myself and others.

I was dating this plate, my main one for a couple of months when she became really insecure about a new plate I was seeing. But first, a little background about how all of this began...

She and I worked together. Pretty solid HB8.5 with an ass that just wouldn't quit. I found out pretty early on that she had a bf but I knew that wasn't a deal breaker from my previous experience with game. I didn't pursue right away because we worked together and the bf information. I work with my hands for a living stay in pretty good shape, am experienced with pick-up, and know how to AMOG those around me at work. I proceeded to tease my co-workers more, command peoples attention, joke around and converse with her from time to time, careful not to give her too much attention though. That she had to earn. Plus I have work to do. I knew I had time on my side. We worked together. I had the whole rest of the summer to bring that pot from a simmer to a boil.

She starts giving me IoI's at some point. After work one day I'm working on my bike (bike mechanic) she hangs around checking her email or something on the work computer. Basically, having an excuse to hang around. I know it's on. There are definitely sparks. I decide it's time to make my move. I ask her out for a drink after work. She says sure, invites me back to her place right away for a drink instead of the bar. Her place is on my route home. Makes sense.

I know she has a bf. I know she's interested. I'm not sure where this is going. I even met her boyfriend. He's a total stud too by the way. Total Adonis good looks. I know too though, looks aren't everything when it comes to game. I'm no slouch myself either. I even feel a little bad about trying to weasel myself into her bed with the bf in the picture.

We have a drink. We talk. I introduce this book I've been reading "The Ethical Slut" in order to open the conversation of "open relationships." She's heard of it and is even read some of it. She's not in one, but she's intrigued. I start talking about my experience with it. I'm dating other people which raises my value. I'm experienced and other women want to date me. I talk about how trust and communication and getting your needs met and all of that feminist stuff women love to hear is even more important in an open relationship. I have relationship skills. I've read about them, and I've worked on them. Demonstrating I'm a high value man again and opening the door to her talking about her relationship.

I ask her about her bf. It's clear that she's not super interested in talking about him. There's something wrong. Cognitive dissonance. She wants to jump my bones but there's a bf in the picture. I leave and we agree to hang out again sometime soon. She proceeds to blow up my phone asking to hang out some more. I've got her on the hook. I'm busy and can't hang out right away. I make her wait. I date other people in the interim.

We hang out some more. Fast forward. The cognitive dissonance is too much. There are problems in her relationship with her bf. I'm decide I like her bf too much to sleep with a taken woman. He and I aren't friends but we've met and we know people in common. She negotiates an open relationship with him. Proceeds to blow up my phone some more wanting to hang out. Again I make her wait. I'm busy. It's true. I was.

She comes over for drinks and within an hour she's in my bed and we're fucking. Cue fireworks. This chick is a perfect 10 in the bedroom. Mind completely blown. The sex continues to get better from here on out.

Over the next few months we continue dating and mutually blowing each other's minds with the best sex either of us has ever had in our lives. I start to develop a serious case of one-itis. This is where things start to take a turn for the worse. The plot thickens...

I'm spinning 3 plates at this point and I meet plate number 4. She knows about my other two plates and that I'm dating people. We talk about our relationships with each other. We're in an intentional and open relationship where those things are talked about. I tell her about plate number 4 though and here comes the first of many emotional meltdowns. She's really insecure about my new relationship because that means she's not the new one. I must want someone more attractive, more beautiful, sexy, smart, whatever....She's going to be replaced. Not true. I'm pretty into her at this point. Not to mention I'm totally thinking with my dick and thinking there's no way I'm giving up the best piece of ass I've had in my life. And in that instant, the tables were turned.

I reassure her. I cajole her. I tell her she's beautiful, smart, sexy, pretty, bangin' bod, you name it. There are so many tears. So many! Eventually she calms down. Good, we're through that.

Oh, but no we're not. I go on a date with number four. She goes apeshit. Why am I not responding to texts I'm getting every 5 minutes? Why am I not fixing this? Really? I'm not doing anything different. How can I fix how you feel?

More reassurance. I care about you. No, I'm not leaving. You're important to me. She eventually believes me and calms down.

Go on vacation. New girl meets me there. Also, meet and fuck another girl while I'm traveling. She goes apeshit both times. Not to mention she can say some really spiteful and downright mean shit when she's upset. As if it's all my fault. Careful, kitty has claws.

After the last episode which is a day long text battle while I'm on the road. I've had enough. I go dark for 24 hours and then when I text her back it's to say we need to talk. She's scared. Are we ok? she says. I say I think we will be, but we really need to talk about some things.

She's on good behavior until I get back. We talk. She professes her love for me. I realized when I was gone on this trip (18 days), I think I'm in love with her too. Mistake number 2. I tell her I love her back. I believe I do. My dick believes it does. We're so confused.

I law down the law though when we talk. The spiteful and lashing out behavior won't be tolerated. That needs to change. I won't stand for it. She's on her best behavior. But I've already lost. She knows she can get my attention through emotional manipulation. I go beta and when she needs me we talk it out. I give her a shoulder to cry on. I tell her my feelings. I try my best to reassure her to no avail. She learns that all she needs to do to get my attention back on her and guard me from meeting or fucking anybody new is to take a big massive emotional shit in my psyche. I can't get anything done. I agree to all these rules. This new paradigm. Her paradigm starts to affect me adversely and I'm lost.

Eventually I realize. It's not going to get any better. I'm not getting my needs met and frankly the best sex I've ever had isn't worth having to not have my own life. I've been there before. Not worth it. I decide it's time to leave. I stew in indecision for a few days about it. Not wanting to believe it. Bargaining with myself.

Nope, I'm done.

I meet up with her to break up with her. Cue, nuclear meltdown. She yells at me. Throws the stuff I gave her at me. Slams doors in my face. Calls me names. Swears at me up and down. I take it like a man. Don't react. Don't get defensive. Just tell her it's not going to work, I can't do it. I'm not what she needs. I'm done. Eventually I've had enough.

Worst.

Breakup.

Ever.

We have friends in common and may end up working together next season (both laid off seasonally). I say we can talk about this again when she's calmed down. Nope. I never want to talk to you again and we're not friends, she says. I say, as you wish. Yep, I'm her fucking dread pirate Roberts and she's the fucking princess bride.

Where did I go wrong? At some point I lost my frame. I started letting her control the interaction. I didn't realize that it would be effective to not react or use dread game and that I had the ability to walk away at any moment. Also, she had me pretty well emotionally weighed down and so I wasn't pursuing any new women. My confidence was slowly degraded over time.

I let my other two plates go at some point. They either got a bf or lost interest. I'm down to one plate. She saw me get pretty low and has seen my confidence shattered. She's showing signs of wanting to jump ship too. I'm all too aware now what that looks like after reading much of what's on the red-pill.

Thank you Red Pill. Finding this has been the enlightenment I was seeking. I understand now. Time to pull myself up by my bootstraps and rebuild myself Red Pill as fuck.