Friday night was a bust, not worth mentioning, but Saturday was more than worth it.

Saturday

I text one of my plates, ask her if anything is happening tonight. She tell's me about how Kevin (giant beta doormat) has a cousin who is having a house party, and I say that sounds like it's worth checking out. All in all, 7 of us go in 2 cars. There's 3 guys / 4 girls. Guys are me, a friend of mine who got too drunk too fast to drop any actual game, and then Kevin. I ride with Kevin, the girls and the plastered dude ride in the other car.

We head out to this party, and it's a flop. Barely any alcohol anywhere, and the house is the size of a pantry. After about an hour, I convince the girls to leave, and so all of us except Kevin leave in the first car. We're driving back, the plate is driving her car, and she's a horrendous driver. She's starting to slide going into a guard rail, and I had to reach over from the passenger and correct for her. She then almost over corrected and slid off the road. Drunk people in the back seat make some half-assed joke about throwing up, DUI's, etc. Without any more mishaps, we get back to the dorms, everyone goes their own ways, I head up to my room and the plate follows me.

A little backstory about my plate. She's a 7: 8 face but 6 body. Has a nice ass, but sadly tiny on the tits side of things. For this story I'll refer to her as Jane.

I plug in my phone, get some music going, less than 3 minutes later sexy time begins. I'm in total control of everything. We're making out, I'm about to escalate but I decided to have a bit more fun. I have a bit of dialogue with her.

Me: Last time you were up here, you kept slowly turning towards me, expecting me to initiate the makeout. It got to the point where we were almost touching noses, and I started laughing.
Her: Hamster denial statement. Then mumbles something about not remembering things happening that way.
Me: So do you know why you're attracted to me?
Her: Why?
Me: It's because I'm an asshole.
Her: You are an asshole.
Me: But girls like assholes.
Her: Some girls do.
Me: You're sitting here, half naked in my bed. I guess that makes you one of those girls that chase bad boys.
Her: Denial stage over, finally acceptance. Yeah, it does. But I like nice guys too!
Me: Oh, so you like nice guys? Why aren't you in Kevin's bed right now?
Her: Kevin's weird. He's too...trails off
Me: He's a doormat. You don't respect him because he doesn't have a spine. He won't put himself on the same level as you, and as a result you can't see him as anything but one of the nice guys.
Her: ...Yeah...

It's 4 AM, her phone lights up. I glance over, and sure enough, it's Kevin, texting to make sure everyone is home safe. Jane sends out a text to Kevin saying she went back to her room alone, and that everyone else is asleep.
I get up to use the bathroom, come back, another 3 messages on her phone have came in from Kevin. Jane and I read them. They scarily mirror our conversation.

Kevin goes into a rant about how he would never get girls because girls don't respect him because he's too much of a Nice Guy.TM He talks about how frustrated he is. Jane just ignores them, looks back up at me, and it's time to go to town.

I whip out the KatostickTM and plow her halfway into next week, but she's a horrible lay. She can barely keep me from going flaccid. After about 20 minutes, I look at her and ask her, "You any good at blowjobs?"
Her: Not if it's going to take you forever to cum.
Me: We'll see.

What follows next can only be described as the worst blowjob I've ever experienced. I would've been better off just jerking off on her face or something. She gagged when I finished, and I almost laughed at her again. Whatever, the Katostick is satisfied, but she failed her job interview. She isn't getting another callback. Her plate is getting moved to the back burner. Wake up next morning, she thanks me for a "Great night", and leaves. I go back to bed.

That was Sunday morning. Haven't talked to her since.

Kevin texted me Sunday afternoon, telling me he'd finally done it. He stood up for himself at his work today. Some chick who had been taking advantage of him, he called her out on her shit. He showed me the text messages, and they were pure hamster steroid rage.
I laughed it off, told him he was at the beginning of a very long and difficult journey.

This is a tale spun about hamsters spinning tales, AF:BB, and the story of a beta chump named Kevin finding his spine and swallowing the red pill for the first time.

Tl;dr AF:BB