A quick backstory...

My roommate was hosting a Halloween party out of our apartment last year. The party started before I had gotten off work so I just ended up rolling in with my server uniform on. Having read and starting to internalize TheRedPill and several other self help related resources, I was feeling particularly confident and happy for a week or so.

I quickly meet everyone in the group, trying to learn their names and get to playing the card game that was going on. Later on, after half of the group went out to the balcony to smoke, a couple of my coworkers and I stayed inside and just chatted, recalling a few stories here and there. Now enters the girl with the noticeably cringe-worthy laugh into my story. After the peeps were done smoking on the balcony, they all shuffle back inside. One in particular was a 6/7 and had an awful laugh. She was so incredibly socially awkward (directly related to how she was stoned off her ass and drunk) that she sat a slight distance away from me and my group and laughed whenever I had said something funny. I turned around, amused, and invited her to sit down. She sat down next to me and was having a hell of a time trying to form words. She was stuttering horribly because she was so stoned.

Abruptly, my coworkers leave in the middle of the conversation and it's just me and this ridiculous girl. We get to talking for a little bit, just standing in the kitchen. During our conversation, the guy she had apparently come to the party with was trying his damned hardest to pull her away. He didn't seem like he was her boyfriend or anything and to top it off, he seemed to be a complete burnout - he's not all there in the head. He mostly fails after multiple attempts but gets her to go smoke a bit more. Shortly afterwards, she comes back and we resume talking. Eventually, she asks if she could stay the night at our place to which I decided to allow. The guy comes back to supposedly take her home and they leave my apartment. No more than about 5 minutes later, she came back in, with her stuff no less. She asks me if she can borrow some of my socks because it was a little bit cold. I start to think that she really wants my balls at that point, so I agree. We continue talking a bit more when another girl at the party notes that we seem like a cute couple. At this point, I text my roommate asking if I'd be causing trouble for him at the workplace if I slept with this girl. He said no, so I went in for the kiss. She rejects it but we keep talking a little bit. Eventually, she asks me about the socks again and I lead her to my room. When she comes in, I close the door behind her. I ask her outright if she'd like to fuck and tell her she's free to leave if she wants to. She's slightly taken back by my proposition and asks if we could start slow... so we do. Eventually, after a good amount of foreplay, I try putting on a condom I had bought in preparation for the night just in case. I couldn't keep it up because of whisky dick, with the condom on. I ask her if she's okay with no condom and if she's clean. She asks if I was clean and I say yes, and she agrees. We fucked several times through the night and morning, never busting inside her a single time.

We ended up becoming fuckbuddies for maybe 4 or so months. During this time, we aggravate the living hell out of each other. I end up being extremely critical of her because she's an idiot and she always has an attitude problem and acts like a child. Eventually, after one night last month, we were cuddling in front of the TV, watching Unbreakable, while she gets stoned. We finish all the episodes of what were available on Netflix. Netflix shows a suggestion in the bottom of the screen, for those of you who don't know... In any case, seeing that, she requests for me to play the next episode. I tell her calmly that it's not the next episode - it's a suggestion for a different show to watch. A minute later, she says it again. I repeat what I said to her and follow it up with asking her if she'd like to watch something else. Another minute passes and she doesn't suggest anything. I turn the cable on and start browsing. About 3 minutes into watching cable, she flips out, accusing me of being a dick for not playing the next episode. I, yet again, calmly explain to her that we finished watching the show and that this is the third time I was explaining it to her. She has a hissy fit and starts getting her things together. At this point, I don't even care. Her attitude is fucking shitty and she's acting like a child. I like her company and even more so like fucking her (because we were fucking without a condom for the entirety of our time together... makes me never want to go back to condoms, personally... but the risk is HUGE) but I let her walk out and grab her mixers she brought over that were unopened to give to her.

Now I would have totally been fine with this if that was how it ended. But it didn't. I foolishly sent her some emotional text messages because I was still fucking pissed off about how she left us off. No less than about 3 days later, she starts hanging out with my roommate. Queue the internal fury. Eventually, after the third night that she comes over to hang out with my roommate, I tell her she's not welcome in my apartment because I can't handle it. The next day my roommate tells me I'm being childish and I give it some thought and decide to let her spend time over at my apartment. Just yesterday, I got back home early from work because it was a bit slow. I find my roommate sitting on the couch, playing a game and the FWB in my bathroom with the door open wearing nothing but a towel. A flash of anger streaks through my mind but I had already begun to accept that possibility. I decide to leave the situation and go biking for a while. I come back and we all start hanging out. Eventually, they get tired and my roommate goes into his room and she says she'll sleep on the couch. I try talking to her about what happened between the two of us and how she was being a dipshit but obviously, you can't negotiate attraction. I go into my room and try to sleep, unsuccessfully. I come to the conclusion that I can't handle it still and want to give her an ultimatum that she either sleep in my bed or leave. I walk outside my room to see the couch empty. I walk over to my roommate's room and there they are, naked, with her on top. Big fucking surprise /s. I tell her to leave, immediately. After a lot of heated exchanges, she wraps herself in his blanket, gets dressed in his bathroom and heads outside with him and his dog.

The lesson through my own experience that I've reinforced with what TRP has taught me is that women love the way you make them feel. She went to him because "he wasn't being a dick" to her. Basically, if I wanted to continue fucking her, I would have had to hold my tongue and let her go on about her bullshit. I can't fucking stand people being idiotic, so I couldn't let that type of shit go. The other lesson is that if she forms a poor opinion of you, that's the end. It was just shitty that my roommate kept her around so I had to deal with this bullshit. Otherwise, I would've been completely fine with how it ended, despite a little aggravation here and there. In any case, I knew she was a low quality girl. She had been divorced already, had gone to an insane asylum briefly as a teenager, had overdosed on acid and been hospitalized as a teenager as well, gotten permanent nerve damage because the police were restraining her on her birthday when she was tripping on acid this year (she never wanted to get into detail about it, most likely because she didn't want me to judge her) and smokes and drinks nearly every day. Though I liked dat ass and fucking without a condom without consequence.