Well guys, just got my oneitis destroyed by a healthy dose of AWALT. I discovered RP about 4 months ago, started dating a girl I met on Bumble about 2 months ago. Of course I immediately got a case of oneitis and made her my girlfriend. My frame was pretty good early on (with the exception of making her exclusive after 3 dates) but slowly my BP habits started kicking in. I made myself too available, tried to please her, got butthurt when she didn't make time for me, put up with her bitchiness and moodiness like a doormat, etc. She started losing interest slowly. We had a big fight last Friday and she said "Why don't we both do our own thing this weekend". I agreed like a good boy.

One area I've been strong is not texting/calling her much, and I didn't text her for a couple days. For some reason all weekend I couldn't shake the weird feeling she's with someone else. I tell myself I'm crazy.

Monday night I call her. I suggest getting together Wednesday and she agrees. So last night I go to HER place and I cook HER dinner (facepalm). The vibe is pretty good, we bang, but after the bang she's over at her dresser checking her phone and I come up behind her to give her a hug. She immediately locks her phone and gets weird. I ask her about it calmly and she says I'm imagining things. We lay in bed and talk about our relationship. At one point she tells me I'm a pleaser. Yep, nailed it!

My spidey senses are kicking in big time about her texts. I know her passcode so about 5:30AM I sneak out of bed and check her phone. There it is. Texts with "Keith" about meeting up tomorrow night. I only read a few texts before she busts me and grabs her phone. I tell her how hurt I am. She says "sorry" but clearly doesn't care. I get dressed in silence while she sits on the bed. I go to her door and leave and hear the door lock behind me.

Fortunately deep down I knew from the second date this girl was low quality and I was wasting my time. She wasn't even that hot. So many red flags. She drank too much, wasn't feminine, didn't get along with her family, had a notch count in the 30s, had a cat. I was latching on to her simply because she's female. I'm codependent so I'm drawn to narcissistic broken women and she fit the bill. The volatility and neglect was so addictive. I wrote in my journal yesterday that she sucks and I need to walk away. But I couldn't shake the lie that she just needs the right guy (me) to show her so much affection and support that she can't help but become an angel.

So now I'm back at home writing this. No tears shed. Honestly thankful for the lessons learned about RP, oneitis, frame, AWALT and not choosing low quality women. I needed this.