The skinny: One of the girls I used to orbit back in high-school (5 years ago) texted me to set up a meet to "catch up". She will be referred as A from now on. Our relationship was textbook beta orbiter with some harmless sexual incidents (I was/am reasonably good looking).

At first I ignored it, having moved on - she's also become unattractive - pretty face, yet : short bleached hair, skinny torso with a gut (lol), bad posture, cankles, hipster with a arrogant attitude.

So I had this idea. Go in as the guy she's expecting - hopeless blue piller, fall in the same familiar frame, get live feedback from blue pill interaction, see the hamster in a live performance and write a report. So this is how it went...

I arrived at the time and place she chose. She was not yet there. She was 30 minutes late with no heads up.

(TRP advice: your time is valuable. There are legitimate reasons for being late, but the ones that respect you will text to give notice/apologise for being late. If its more than 20 minutes just leave).

She didn't even aknowledge the fact that she was late. Given my blue pill persona, I said nothing about it.

(TRP advice: even if she gives notice/apologises you should still playfully call her out, make her buy you a drink or something, bad behaviour should not be reinforced/ignored)

The night began with some light supplicating in the normal blue pill fashion.Then :tryhard jokes, putting on a show, complimenting her looks, no touching, taking a lot and fast, with all the fixins (bad posture, no eye contact, excessive smiling, agreeing with everything she says etc).

Even after all of that she still throws some shit tests my way.

Me: People that read on the bus are just trying to show off (their tablet) and the ones with books are just trying to look smart. Posers

A: I read on the bus...

(Op Comment: She's doesn't even take the bus, ever. Her folks are loaded, she drives a sports car or uses taxi. )

Me: Yeah, me too, sometimes, but the people that I was talking about read crap like Twilight.

A: Twilight is not that bad.

Me: Yeah the movies are okay.

(Op Comment: shit test failed as hard as possible: qualifying + explaining myself + backtracking)

After more of the same she started taking about relationships.

A: I've been really bad.

Me: What do you mean?

A: I've sort of cheated on my boyfriend.

(Op Comment - this would be the third one she cheated on - that I know of )

Me: With whom? how did it happen ?

A: with one of his friends, we were drunk. I felt really guilty ever since.

Me: So this happened just once ?

A: Not really.

A: We're not married or anything.. I just don't know what I want right now.

Me: Yeah I remember...

A: Come on ! You know you were the special one.

( Op Comment: I forgot how good of a manipulator she was )

The discussion went in the same hamsterific direction, with her teeling me how all her friends think that she should't feel bad, that it's not her fault that her boyfriend doesn't know hot to keep her happy. She then proceeded to tell me intimate details about her sexlife with the bf, making sure to laugh in a crass disrespectful way every three sentences. Apparently when they first had sex this guy started thrusting in really quick short bursts, so she had to put her face into the pillow so he wouldn't see her laughing. Charming.

Even with the determination test everything out, I've had enought after two hours.

Me: Is it ok if we go ?

A: Sure.

Me: We can continue some other time if you want to.

A : Can't you stay 10 more minutes ? I could drive you home, we could talk a bit in the car.

(*Op comment: Even after all this crap, a shit test - maybe a hook to get me back in orbit? )

Me: I could stay a little bit longer I guess....

So she drives me home (even though I lived 10 minutes on foot from the bar). The car is small (BMW Z4 - manual gearbox) I'm 6'2 and athletic. So every time she puts in 3rd gear she touches my leg, smirks afterwards, same thing at the end when she put it in reverse to park.

Me: So what did you want to talk about?

A: I wanted to ask If you wanted to come to my parents' lodge next weekend.

Me: Oh? what did you have in mind ?

A: You'll have to come and find out.

Me: Don't you have a boyfriend? (Op comment: saying this one made me nauseous )

A: Haha. It's a party, some friends are going to be there too. You should come. You can bring someone if you want to, maybe a girlfriend ?

Me Haha no, I don't have a girlfriend. But yeah sounds great.

A: I'll text you the details soon. Byee

Me: Bye.

So there it is. As blue pill as my stomach allowed me, yet she still used shit tests (I only wrote about two of them). She definitely wants to reel me back in orbit. I'm still not sure what exactly the party deal is about. Knowing her past exploits she's probably trying to spark some jealousy/competition - the girl likes her hypergamy live action.

I am considering going to the party and pulling a complete 180. I have no interest in A, but I know some of her friends, smokin hot design students + her (now) 21 y.o sister who was always into me. The outcome doesn't even matter. Worst case scenario I get to spend a weekend in a mountain resort.

I might edit this post with updates from her texts. I may write a field report on the party weekend if TRP is interested.

UPDATE 1: After pestering her through texts like a good beta I found out her bf can't come and the guy she cheated with is coming, and bringing his girlfriend. My initial assumption about her planning jealousy mind games was spot on.

TL:DR Snape kills Dumbledore and Harry marries Ginny