Brief background Read The Game in High School (when it first came out), started browsing forums and Seddit. Lurked here off and on for a number of years, absorbing information along the way.

Mid-20s. Left a lucrative job to head back to school full time in the middle of nowhere. NYU this isn’t, but my thought was big fish in a small pond. I live 20 minutes from campus in my family's vacation home with my best friend, we both quit work and hit school full time. Being that we live far off of campus, I'm either fucking my way to a bed for the night or crashing at a random friend's place.

Luckily, there isn't much to blow money on here other than the bar and all my bills are paid. I wear nice clothes, I drive an expensive sports car that I paid for cash, and I’m a published freelance writer (albeit on a relatively small scale). I’ve driven cross-country in everything from my car to press loaners from manufactures. I’ve spent weeks skiing in Aspen, sleeping on the beach in Charleston, and clubbing in Miami.

The move to school, while difficult, was a part of the realization that I have a mission to complete in order to feel true fulfillment in my life. I have something that I am working towards, in a field that I am passionate about, and there is not one thing that’s going to get in my way.

As far as SMV goes, it's about as high as it's going to be amongst women I know without being captain of the hockey team. I had a built in group of connected friends when I moved here. My involvement in student orgs have been limited to those dominated by attractive women. There's not a night that goes by without being invited to some house party, or a 2:30 am text from a girl asking if I was “still out.” I reply about 50% of the time, people know I’m busy and therefore fight for my attention. Making oneself scarce, combined with the aura of being a published "writer" equals instant celebrity at any frat house or bar in town.

My buddy, used to fit the same mold: he's a Vet, deployed overseas, lived in Hawaii, plays multiple instruments, and has (had?) charisma in spades. While perhaps he piggybacked off of my, ahem, colorful personality, he’s perfectly capable of holding his own in a room of people he is not familiar with.

Lately, he has fallen off of the fucking deep end. It began with him dressing like shit, not cutting his hair, cultivating a terrible beard, and let his car go to shit. You know your neighbor that peaked in 1987 and still drives his Trans Am and blasts Whitesnake as his mullet flows in the wind? That's him, but with added video games.

His social anxiety has gone through the roof, where he is seemingly afraid to approach anyone that we don’t know, unless it’s a group of guys talking about music.

I'm not one to tell someone to get their shit together, but things have gotten worse since we moved here. My friend has been increasingly jealous as of late, especially when it comes to my sexual exploits. Previously, it had been a proverbial dick swinging contest of which one of us can push the envelope of hedonism the farthest. We both exited LTRs around the same time and went absolutely crazy in our hometown for the better part of two years. Now, where the ability exists to have the world by the balls, he has seemingly swallowed TBP.

A few weeks ago, an HB9 and HB7 that we had known previously got in a fight over which one was going to fuck me when we got to their apartment. The 9 exhibited signs of severe mental issues, and I dropped her literally in the middle of the street for him to take home. He had a thing for her anyway, and I wasn’t putting up with her theatrics. She ended up throwing a tantrum and talked him into carrying her the 1+ mile home. Meanwhile, without keys to the apartment, I fucked the HB7 in her car while waiting for them to arrive and had her drive us home afterward.

Last week, we headed home and ended up at our neighborhood bar to meet a group of friends, with my younger sister and her best friend in tow. I had stepped out to take care of something when he started talking with my sister. She and her friend are total alpha females and don’t put up beta bullshit. My buddy and her had approached the topic of dating and he alluded to me being a dick in how I go about meeting woman. My sister had explained that I am very up front about what I’m looking for, and while that might not be socially acceptable, it was more honest compared to his clinging to women, pushing for a LTR, and leaving them at the first sign of his insecurities. He went home shortly thereafter. My sister said that he’s seemingly jealous, of what I do not understand.

Last night we went out for Halloween. A girl invited me (us) to her apartment to pregame, and I was getting our group into the frat party to connect with some other people from our org. We ended up at the party, and it was a total shitshow. He clung to some girls we already knew and I went to mingle. Had a HB8 literally grab me by the arm and beg me to fuck her in the bathroom. When we finished, most of the other guys gave me the nod of approval, while my buddy complained that I was “gone for too long.”

Fortunately, his barnacle-like tendencies to those girls scored us a free place to sleep for the night. We grabbed a late-night bite to eat and walked the girls to their apartment. Unbeknownst to us, they were roommates of the girls from a few weeks ago. They had known the whole story, and said that the “crazy” HB9 had tried to fuck him to make me jealous, and that she told the other girls that the two of them “made out” in front of the bar. He tried to deflect, and say that it was me in front of the bar (it was), and that I’m “the type of asshole” who “fucks girls in parking lots and goes down on them in public bathrooms.” I owned up to all of the above, and got a big laugh out of the girls.

In the past 24 hours, he has been acting like a teenaged girl: sitting in the basement, speaking in short sentences, and loudly proclaiming that he “is too (whatever) to go out tonight, but you do what you want.” I’m not sure where down the line he got lost, but I’m not going to expend the resources to figure it out. I offered to pick him up some Midol when I made a run to the store, which was not well-received.

My issue is that we’re roommates, and we’re literally stuck for the unforeseeable future. I don’t need a “wingman” or anything of the sort, but I am not going to live with someone trying to pull some sort of moral high ground on me for doing things on my own terms.

I truly don’t understand what brought out this sudden change, but his inability to lead a “lush life” is directly related to his personal habits. Multiple women have urged me to “make him cut his hair and lose the beard,” “take him shopping,” and “tell him to clean his car.” These women range from women I’ve been with, to ones interested in him, and even my own mother. His failures are completely his own.

My apologies on the term paper here, but this whole thing really comes out of left field. Do I have an honest conversation of the guy in the name of helping out a friend? Or, do I let him sink or swim on his own accord? Either way, I’m not letting him stand in my way of my education or social exploits.

tl;dr - 10+ year friend exhibits signs of beta/Blue Pill transition in the face of my recent success and his apathy.