I began a sexual relationship fall of last year. This was before I had any RP knowledge and my inability to judge the situation correctly and also my unwillingness to end it properly have only shown me how chock full of blue pill horse shit I still am.

At this point I'm now 'dating' a stripper. I didn't know she was a stripper when I met her as a customer in my workplace. She didn't look the type, but her eyes lit up when I came to talk to her. She was friendly, and asked what I was doing after work. Very forward considering I had just met her. After a while I got ahold of her and I asked her out for coffee. Instead of coffee she asked if she could just come over. I thought I had won the jackpot. Tried to kiss her almost 10 minutes after she showed up. She didn't want any, but an hour and one back rub later she was good to go. She blew me like a professional. I thought that was a little strange. The next time she came over we got straight to fucking, and the next time, and so on. Every time she would get a phone call soon after we finished our business. She would rush off because her 'roommate' wanted her home. (I'm not that stupid. Clearly it was her boyfriend.)

One day after fucking her I went over and kissed her on the forehead like some kind of faggot. She said "You're too sweet. I can't do this to you anymore." She dropped the accent that she was faking around me for about a month. She explained that she lied about her job and was actually a stripper. She also told me, after I pried that she was dating someone else.

I was floored. She made up a backstory and everything, about how she grew up in a different country. If I had any sense then I would have either dropped her, or immediately added some other women to my rotation, but I had no rotation, but instead I continued to persue her like some kind of masochist.

It is now months later. She continues to be freaky in the sack to this day which is awesome and has done wonders for my confidence. I had been absorbing quite a lot of RP knowledge over this time, and I attepted to dread game her once by playing around on tinder in front of her and letting her see all the bitches that were interested in me.

This is when the problem truly began. She said, "That's ok, as long as I'm the only one that gets to fuck you. :)" That was my golden opportunity to let her know that we were not going to be exclusive, and to pursue other women. My sex life had been lackluster before her, and I figured that if she wanted to be exclusive with me since she broke up with her boyfriend, then it would be my best, if not only chance of sustainable and enjoyable sex. She made me feel like the most alpha badass when she was around, and the guy she dated before me was pretty pathetic. She told me stuff about him, how he was controlling and abusive. She never told me the whole story, and I feel like there really wasn't much to it in retrospect. She seemed obsessed with me and I felt like it would be an alright thing to take a shot on.

Finally we are here at present day. (Sorry for such a long backstory. If you didn't read it you're probably good to start from here). She goes to nudist camps and hasn't followed through on inviting me. She strips at a more seedy club than before, this one is topless and full contact thanks to being on the other side of the state line. She took a trip with a 30+ year old man that is her 'friend' that she isn't attracted to. That was on my birthday. She is currently at a nudist camp, with someone who she 'never slept with'. She pulls customers into her club by using tinder and okcupid.

As you can see, I've totally lost control. I still fuck her like I'm in control. She still acts like everything is cool around me. She doesn't nag or act like a bitch. She acted hurt that I could think that she would cheat on me when I asked about the trip she took. I was so close to breaking up with her, but when I came over to her apartment to talk, I laid down on her bed, she laid my head against her soft perfect tits, and I forgot what I had been complaining about.

I feel so fucked right now. She thinks we're in love. I like the girl and don't want to blindside her. Especially on the off chance that she isn't cheating... she swears up and down that she isn't. How could someone who 'loves' you lie to your face. It's ridiculous when it's your own girl.

Help. Srsly. WTF should I do? I guarantee that something in this situation has significantly lowered my testosterone levels, because I sound like a fucking bitch. It's so much easier to hold frame when you are the alpha cock on the side, making fun of the whiny boyfriend. I guess karma is a bitch. Everything comes full circle.

Any advice? Any questions? Sorry for such a long post. I haven't really spelled out the whole situation until now, and believe me there is still a lot more to it.

TL:DR: Slowly ended up in an 'exclusive' relationship with a stripper. I don't know what the fuck to do. I want to make it non exclusive again without coming off as a beta shit and having her spite fuck an entire football team.

Edit: I like the idea of hitting the gym, reducing contact, and seeing other women. I've already told her I'm going to start 'befriending' other women. All of her friends are dudes and I think it would even things out a bit. If I find someone cooler than her I'll fuck them and let her know it's not exclusive anymore. Just talking to other women will probably bring back my bachelor confidence and masculine edge. Terrible idea? What would be a better execution?