Just a couple of years ago I was broke, homeless, suffering from ptsd and cannabis addiction. When I lost it all my oneitis abandoned me. I slept alone on a smelly old mattress on my friends floor for six months. During which time I secured a job, quit smoking and started training hard. I also began to take the red pill a lot more seriously and would often binge on rp material during my darkest moments. My ex didn't care about my struggle. She moved on pretty quickly, blocked me on all platforms and ceased contact. It was the light switch effect. And on top of everything else, it was hard to take. 

A couple of months ago I injured my back training and had to go to ED where she works as a nurse. We barely spoke. We were frosty. I got seen to and got out of there. 

Skip to this past weekend. She's in town hanging out with some mutual friends. They tell her how much I've changed, about girls who are interested in me, and that I've bought my own apartment. Her hypergamy kicks in and she sends me a text. 

An hour later we're in my kitchen drinking and chatting shit. This chick who left me when I had nothing. I don't take it personally anymore. She's female. It's part of her dating strategy to move up. I had nothing left to offer. That's just the way it is. 

She asks how I turned it all around. She praises me for my accomplishment. She comments on my muscles several times throughout the night. She asks about the girl from work (girls talk). Her competition anxiety is kicking in. She says she has been dreaming about me. She says she regrets moving on with her new guy and not choosing me. The hamster wheel starts turning. She tells me how good he is to her, how he likes all of her social media posts and takes good care of her. How he doesn't check out other girls on insta etc. Yet here she is with me. Then she talks about the raw primal energy we had. How great our sex was. How I still do bad things to her in her dreams. We both know where this is going. She wants to use her pussy to monkey branch back to me. Whatever. I know the play. I remain stoic and flirt a little. I won't let her use me. I'll take what she's offering and get back to my life.

We do it. I cum quick, it's been a while. She gets pissy but I don't care. I had my fun and that's all that matters. I didn't fuck her brains out so she probably won't be back. She just cheated on a two year relationship for a two minute squirt. I bid her farewell and wish her good luck. She thought her pussy would make me simp again, she thought it would open up the door to my life and a roof over her head. She thought wrong. 

I want to use this post as an example. I hated this girl for leaving me how/when she did. And for a lot of other disrespect over the years. Yet, like magic, her hypyergamous nature kicked in when I bettered myself. I simped, begged and pleaded to have this cheating garden tool in my life once upon a time. But all I had to do to get her back was become better. Now that I'm better, I also know better. I don't want her. 

Stay sharp. A woman's hypergamous nature knows no bounds. You can only trust women to be women. They don't care about your struggles. They hang out at the finish line and they pick the winner.