I've been seeing a plate for about a month now. We're good friends. I'll continue to be her friend. But we are NOT fucking anymore. Here's why.

Personally I don't fuck sluts. Don't really care about N-counts as long as they're below 10. But even if it's ZERO, I won't fuck a girl if she's so much as kissing another dude. I don't do one night stands either. They get boring quick.

This is a stereotypical college chick. 19 years old, high-maintenance skinny hot girl. We've hung out a total of 3 times when we aren't fucking. I don't know that much about the rest of her social life asI abhore typical college social life (binge drinking, studying with friends, etc.) I lift, I study, I read, and I fuck, I consider the rest a waste of time.

So she's been out a few times on the weekends in the last month, and I let 'em slide. None of my buissness, right? But this last weekend, she goes out and drinks a lot. She told me she puked a few times. First time since I've met her, but not the first time.

So I ask a few questions. Why the fuck would you drink that much? "Well, a friend bought the drinks for me so I had to finish it!" Here we go....

"Who bought you a drink?"

"My friend Vlad."

"Who's Vlad?"

"Oh we've been friends for a while."

My AWALT alarms start ringing hard. I smell bullshit.

"Is he really fucking stupid?"

"No."

"Is he really fucking rich?"

"No."

"Then he wants to fuck you. People don't waste money like that."

"Wouldn't he have made a move by now? He doesn't like me!"

"Bullshit. Heard it a million times. He didn't buy you that drink because he's you're friend. He wants to fuck. Period."

This goes back and forth for a while. Apparently she thinks she lives in a fairy tail where "friends" just buy you shit. Eventually, she breaks. And then drops this.

"Actually I remember now. When I first met him, my friend texted me and told me he asked her to set me up with him."

After that I just laughed. It already made sense in my head. already knew what she was gonna say.

"But he was just drunk, he's not trying anything now."

I asked: "How long have you known him?"

"Since February."

"You fuck him?"

Her cheeks go red. She squeeked out a soft "No." I put my shoes on without a word. When she saw this, she continued:

"I did kiss him at a bar though! But I was super drunk and barely remember it. And it was before I even met you! I hope you're not mad."

No, I'm not mad. Just don't wanna touch her anymore. I can't say with certainty what happened for real. Don't give a shit either, because I know all that I need to know to Next this girl. She's going out to bars with guys who are attracted to her and either:

A.) she's too stupid to know this, and will get drunk and fuck one of them soon enough,

Or

B.) she's a whore and fucked this guy, fucks this guy, or WILL fuck this guy.

So I walk away. Not worth the STD, boys. AWALT.