Gents,

I am writing this post from a beautiful view on the sea, a nicely brewed coffee and an somehow shredded hope of love.

I hope my story helps some forum members so they do not go through this shit like I did.

Background / Beginning of the story:

We are both from South America.

I met my ex girlfriend through Happn dating app. We met in August, 2015. We went for drinks, she is hot!, she is fun!, she is independent!, she makes money and she is cool! I went for the kiss and got it, no bang.

2nd date, we went biking on a park, lay down with a bottle of wine and kiss and hug all afternoon. No bang.

3rd date, went for drinks, came back to my place, escalated like a champ, bang and I let her stay over (First mistake). I had a flight next day for 2 weeks out of the country anyway, wanted some company that night.

I kept it cool and casual, using a lot of G manifesto, Fisto´s posts, text messaging guide,Chateau,etc... I wanted this girl, I wanted to be in a relationship with her, before knowing her better (2nd mistake)

First 2 months and first overseas trip:

We kept dating, things started getting serious. I still had 2 lizards that I was banging constantly on the side while dating her for the first 2 months.

2 Months after meeting i invited her on a weekend trip to Lima. (I am flying +100 flights a year for work so I get a bunch of frequent flier miles and discounts,etc...) We got business class upgrades, she paid for her ticket fees as well as half of the hotel. I took care of the rest. We are banging like there is no tomorrow, doing everything we wanted sexually. This is the best sex partner I had in a few years.

Short story: I am falling for this girl, before knowing her well! I feel connected to her, we talk a lot, about life, about goals,etc...

When we comeback home, she drops the bomb.
¨How many girls have you sleep with since we started dating?
Me: 27
She: haha, funny,
Me: change subject.
She: Come on, tell me.

After a few drinks and a lot of hassle, I told her. I was banging you together with 2 other gals + 1 night stand the first 2 months in.

She flips, do not pick up her phone in days,etc...I did nothing! she comes back after 2 weeks with a calendar, with all the days we have been together and all the days we did not hang out. She wants to know which days I banged another girl, she wants to know if I lie, when I said. Honey, I will hit the gym late tonight, when I was actually banging an actress on the back of my Accent.

MAJOR RED FLAG. Probably the biggest red flag I ignored.

Instead of nexting her ass on the spot. I explain that this is nothing serious yet and I could do whatever I wanted, blah blah...1 week no contact, she comes back apologizing. I say it is OK and we carry on.

I start hanging out with her friends, we go out, we get drunk,etc...

Red flag #1:

She is drinking, A LOT!, more than me. Getting crazy on top of tables, flirting with other dudes. I started drinking even more to not feel bad about her behavior. ¨I can tolerate this ¨If she flirts, I flirt more, if she dances on the table, I go and flirt with her best friend. This was not making me happy. It was making me crazy. I could not sleep at night, I look like shit at work (I am a sales man). This is affecting my life.

Red flag #2:

All her friends are friends from her ex boyfriend (5 year relationship) which talk about him constantly. She is still in contact with her ex! while banging me. They all talk about how cool he was. My stomach trembles, I start to heavily drink to pretend I don´t care.

Red flag #3:

One of her best friends warns me out of the blue. ¨Dude, I don't know you, you seem like a cool cat, watch out for her, she is bat shit crazy¨

At this point I started to fall for a girl who will only bring trouble to my life. I read a lot of forum, youtube, etc... on how to spot a crazy girl. Nothing worked. I was not thinking straight.

I was doomed by the sex, the cooking, the nice dates,etc... (She makes money on her advertising deal and she had no problem in inviting me to nice dinners, hotels, trips,etc...)

She is super manipulative, she had an answer for everything. She used a lot of bullshit to explain her bad behavior (Horoscope, moon cycle, her period,etc...) I bought it all!

After a few months in:

I stopped banging any girls, I wanted to be only with her. She cooks for me, she brings me food to my office, she is cool with my friends, she is hot! she is cool! I like this girl (Pedestal). I started to feel insecure.

After I met her family, friends and we where together for 4 months I asked her to be my girlfriend.

I ignored the fact that there was no father figure (Father cheated on her mom when she was 15) Her brother is an alcoholic, no work, no school, just partying, all her friends are gay dudes, she drinks more than me, she goes out 2-3 times a week to clubs, she is loud and obnoxious, she has 3.000 followers on instagram and all the pics are selfies.

She also told me she has been with 11 dudes in her life. Fucked her ex in a club bathroom and lost her virginity at 15. (This went through my mind through all our 11 month relationship)

She also told me she had depression and goes to a psychologist, after last boyfriend finally broke up with her, she menace to commit suicide.

Jesus, what I was thinking about. It is embarrassing to think that I want this girl in my life. Anyway, I am sharing...

She says no. ¨I want to be your girlfriend, but not yet¨

For me this is know a challenge. I started doing it all, nice places, cool dates, songs, cooking for her, massages, trips,etc...

3 weeks later, she is my girlfriend.

People congratulate me at work, ¨MAN YOUR GIRL IS HOT!¨. I feel secure, proud, she is mine (Ha!). I can get whatever I want!

We go on boat trips, I started spending around U$1.000 per month (A lot in a 3rd world country) with her. All in experiences, I never bought her anything.

This is when all the drama in the world started for me.

She started making drama for everything, girls on instagram, girls from my office, stalking me when I was traveling,etc..etc...

My gut was screaming to leave her. I was getting stomach pain every time she texted me anything like ¨you did not say good night last night, are you with another girl?¨.

I was feeling stressed. She complaints about not going for dinner that often, about not traveling this month,etc...About not banging her so hard like when we started dating.

After 5 more months of extreme sex pleasure and psychological torture I decided to broke things up. I could not handle it anymore. It hurt like crazy, she begged, but it was over.

She made big changes in the meanwhile, she drank less, she stop hanging out with dudes, putting so much pressure, anyway....I was done at this point.

I took all her stuff, putted into a box left it in my living room and when traveling through Argentina, Uruguay for a month.

I banged a Venezuelan chic 3 days after we broke up (Tinder) She gave me hope, I was feeling good for a moment but shredded on the inside.

I cried like a bitch for 10 nights straight. I was still hitting the gym hard, eating right and banging girls. I was also drinking a bottle of Malbec a day.

3 Months after the breakup I am golden. I have a small harem with a 31 year old yoga instructor, an 23 year old actress and a 26 year old SAP consultant.

I am making gains in the gym, bought a sports car, taking care of myself. I had extra U$1.000 a month to blow on protein, trips, whiskey, golf balls,etc...I started renting a room in my apartment through air b and b. Making friends, etc...

At the peak of my GAME and one night after I smoked my late night blunt (9pm) somebody knocks on my door. (December 23rd)

I live in a building complex where you have to check in before going in. She did not checked in and told the concierge (Door guy) that she is my girlfriend and she wants to give me a surprise gift for christmas.

The mother fucker let her in.
This is where the holocaust started.

PART #2 will come in a few minutes, bear with me.

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When we comeback home, she drops the bomb.
¨How many girls have you sleep with since we started dating?
Me: 27
She: haha, funny,
Me: change subject.
She: Come on, tell me.

After a few drinks and a lot of hassle, I told her. I was banging you together with 2 other gals + 1 night stand the first 2 months in.

This is the beginning of the end. You said you read all of Fisto's post, yet you forget the most important thing he always said: never give a girl, even your GF, a direct answer? Agree and amplify/redirect/counter accuse.

All in all though i dont think you lost anything. You have some great sex and drama with a hot girl, thats good, better than most guys will ever get in life. You come out of this with a lot more experience, one more notch under your belt, and good stories to tell.

She is definitely harem material and if managed as such can be an awesome addition to your life, unfortunately you gave her the GF treatment way too soon. IMO the only exception for this is a pure young virgin girl.

Dont feel bad about this, a hot girl (if you didnt inflate her value through loss aversion) can turn most players off their guard, and you are not a player yet. From now on you only have ups to go.

I was about to tell you to cut the drinking but I suppose you are under 20? The only thing I cant stand is the part you crying like a bitch. Man the fuck up and beat it out of your system. She is not your first and will definitely not be your last. If you have to drown yourself in something to forget, drown in pussies hotter than her.

After you've written part 2, edit both posts so they don't look like I'm reading a train wreck.

If you're going to write the story like it's cliff notes, don't use a line break and cut it down. Otherwise write in paragraphs, it looks more presentable that way.

Now dude just because you're not "serious" with a girl, it doesn't mean you should be fucking 3 other girls on the side two months in. Especially if you think you're falling for her. That's when you say goodbye to your plates but keep a keen mind- that way your eggs aren't truly in her basket.

If you want to find a true high value girl, this player mentality needs to drop; because if you're found out she won't think "Oh we were only dating" - she will have focused all her energy on you (because high value girls don't serial date past a few meetings) only to find that you were still putting your efforts elsewhere and ultimately drop all those feelings and trust she developed.

By all means be a player, have your harem and the cake that comes with it. But you will not find a decent girl and develop a meaningful LTR with such an approach. Just a bunch of temporary used up red flag carriers. If you're happy with that, power to you.

Thanks mate,

Other info, I am in my late 20´s. Notch count: Around 80. Mostly older than me. Last 20 bangs have been through Tinder / online.

PART 2:

I hear the door knocking. WTF is going on. I kinda sober up immediately. I called the guard. Who came in?

Guard: Your girlfriend
Me: I don't have one, came up and tell her she needs to check in immediately
Guard: Comes up, ask for her name. She tells him she is another person (A girl I was currently banging) How did she know? I did not block her on instagram and new girl uploaded a photo with me (Mistake #39). She was stalking me.

God, I open the door to stop all this shit. I see her, smoking hot, a few bags and a big smile. Hey there!

I am like, bitch, get off my property right now. She makes her way in (I am high as a kite). Tells me she needs 5 minutes to show me something she got for me. She said she needed to go to the bathroom. I felt!

I banged a chic the night before (Her stuff are on my bed, hair in the bathroom), i am not feeling horny, I don´t know why the fuck I let her in.

She comes in, gives me a few presents (Expensive stuff) and a huge letter which I did not read. She wants me back, she wants to do everything right, in 3 months, she cannot stop thinking about me, she started taking care of her mental issues she tells me, she stopped drinking, she stopped being insecure, she asked me for another chance.

I can see in her eyes that she wants this, that she wants to change and make me happy. She started talking about our memories, about how good we were as a couple, about the communication we had, the sex, about trips we could do together, etc...etc...

I was tired, high, wanted to go to sleep. Told her to leave and that we will have a coffee tomorrow in a public place to discuss further (Mistake #49). I had no other option to kick her out?

Next day she texted me. ¨Have an awesome morning handsome¨. Instead of the coffee, want to come over to my place and have your favorite wine?

I said NO. Meet me at X coffee at 7pm.

We went for a coffee, we chit chat about life, about my trips in the 3 months I was alone, about my new car, it was good fun, we stayed for 2 hours until we got hungry. She invited me for a nice dinner afterwords. I said yes. We had a glass of wine.

She drops another bomb:

¨I really want to be together with you, I want to do anything, but in the meantime you have to promise me that you will not fuck another girl, because this will hurt me¨.

I stood up and left, I could not believe how selfish this bitch was. After 3 months i started feeling great and she comes back to ruin everything. She follows me home. I call her an UBER. Honey, is over, please leave now. I wish you the best. She started crying, she apologizes, she says she is nervous, she cannot help it, she does not know what to do. She does not know how to win over someone. She will not leave if we did not hang out one more time. I agree (Mistake #890)

I go upstairs and find it very difficult to sleep.

FUCK, next day she says she wanted to talk to me to apologize about the other day, that I could do whatever i want and that she will do anything in the world to win me back.

I had nothing going on that friday night, I hit the gym, I wanted to sleep early. She calls me, I answer (Mistake #1944).

She wants to meet me at bar Y, she wants to have the last talk before the last goodbye. We met at a bar by my place. I had a whiskey, she had a strong drink too. We chit chat, she brings back memories, she compliments my arms, she makes me feel good, DAMN bitch is nice, every BETA in the bar is checking her out.

She says that is a band playing next door, we should go. We went, we had 2 more drinks. We are tipsy, we are dancing, we are having fun, just like the couple we were 6 months ago. Life seems GOOD.

2AM, one chic drops by and wants to take a picture with me (I dress well, I wear hats, people compliment me a lot on my style) I agree, she was good looking young chic. My ex FLIPS! what are you doing? you are here with me? Why did you take a picture with her?

I tell her, fuck this shit. I am out. I leave the place and start walking home. Put on spotify to the last Metallica record and I feel free, I tried to give her another chance but this is IT!

By the time I get home, she is there, crying, trembling, telling the concierge that she really needs the toilet.

PART #3 will follow soon. Be ready for this.

Surprisingly entertaining to read.

Enjoyed the read, following this thread.

She was a slut

The end.

Interesting, are you guys Argentinian or Uruguay?

Palo Alto, you are in communication with a woman who has borderline personality disorder, of a high degree. I have dated similar and survived. If you want to actually get through and over this and not just have your catharsis online by sharing the gory details, then watch this video by Aurini, then watch it again and do whatever you need to do to cultivate distance and stop contacting her.






Have your door man only allow people up who you approve in that moment. Protect yourself, perhaps in your country there is less legal danger but these situations can get out of hand. Buena suerte, amigo.

Wow, what a story! Four years ago I was in a relationship with a similar one. Super hot body, excellent at talking. The girl who had all the hot boyfriends (or so she said). Drinking more than me. The party girl. I spent so much time agonizing over her stories about her "amazing" boyfriends. I felt in a similar way to how you felt. And then I ended it after 1.5 years. No contact since then, one of the only two women in my life that I don't want to see ever again.

I started seeing a therapist during that relationship, to help me deal with it. The therapist said she has BPD traits, although not a full blown BPD.

And you know what. After I broke up with her, that was it! I've dated different girls after that and they've all been normal. Calm, pleasant relationships, with girls that don't create any drama. No heavy drinking, no stories about other men, no flirting in front of me. Just nice easy relationships.

The change starts within you. I simply don't attract the crazy girls anymore, because they see that I don't care about them. I don't get involved in their "exciting" lifestyles and stories. It's not what I'm interested in. I want a nice cute girl.

You need to learn what a normal relationship feels like and not tolerate a broken one. Two things:

1. Your posts don't give a full impression, but you alluded to using a lot of effort with this girl - using tricks you've read on the Internet, taking her on expensive trips. Say no to this! You don't want a girl that plays hot and cold with you and you play hot and cold with her. When I'm with a girl, I want a girl that's steadily attracted to me, without me having to pull all the tricks from the game inventory. That's what the new normal is to me!

2. You mentioned loosing sleep, being in emotional turmoil. Say no to this! That's not what a healthy relationship is. Don't tolerate it. The most important thing to realize is that it's not your fault if you feel like this. Well, partly it is, because these are your reactions, but find someone with whom you feel calm. Everyone has buttons that can be pushed - don't date some bitch that pushes them.

Anyways, it took a couple of years of therapy until I straightened myself up and started accepting myself as a worthy person, deserving a healthy relationship with a healthy girl.

This is very entertaining but gotta feeling it's gonna end badly. His ex is gonna do him in and take over his RVF account and say "we were meant to be together forever and now we will be".

Ummmmm

This girls sounds like the one at 45 seconds in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIPJrrQlxzY

As much suspense as a fucking hitchcock novel.

You're too immature to see a woman with BPD when you meet one. She has blinded you with her pussy.

It was over as soon as you told her you're banging other girls. It's fine for you to do if it's not serious, but don't tell her that.

Another rookie mistake is keeping her on social media shite so she can see you with other girls.

Also what the fuck are you doing by keeping seeing her.

The moral of the story is to learn from your mistakes and grow up.

There are plenty of crazy women out there. Avoid them.

As was requested by private message - although video is embedded in my reply -

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BVTfEiz4Nbc

The Borderline by Davis M.J. Aurini

Gents,

I promise I will put everything together in post. Now time to PART III

She is at my place, 4 drinks inside her stomach, crying and trembling.

I get there, 4 drinks inside me, wanting to be in Cambodia or something. She asks for the toilet. I say, go pee on the street.
Concierge starts with, come on man, let her in, she is a hottie type of shit. I am so fucking mad and had no idea what to do. I told her to come in.

THIS IS WHERE HELL BREAKS LOOSE

She comes in, goes to the toilet. Get´s out and says: What the fuck is this toothbrush collection in there?

OMG, I had 2 toothbrushes that are mine, 1 from an actual guy friend who stayed over after a guns and roses concert the week before and another one from my actress plate.

I was like, yeah, you should seen the laundry coin collection I have for all the sheets I have to change everyday for banging so much after you!

She takes my phone out of my hand, goes to the bathroom and locks herself in!

3AM
4AM

She is still there, checking all my shit up and screaming from all the tinder matches, happn messages, tits pics from whatsapp,etc...etc...

I do not know what to do at this point. Should I break the door? should I call the cops? shit...

I swallow all my anger and told het, honey, sorry for all this, we had too much to drink, lets speak about it with a chamomile tea shall we?

She steps out, throws the phone to my face and goes to the balcony. YES THE BALCONY

She is crying like crazy and goes very close to the edge of the balcony (Terrace or whatever). She says, goodbye! if things are not going to be my way, this is it! She goes over the balcony and hangs herself to the other side.

At this point all I want is to cover my ass. I start recording. I know this is the last resort a bitch has to gain over control, I know she was not going to do it! but I was still shocked and kept recording.

Now this is the part where I almost new my life was over. The earth starting to move. Yes! a small fucking earthquake. I jumped grab her risk and throw her back to the balcony.

No harm was done, she just sat there crying, telling me she is so sorry she cannot control herself.

I invite her back to the apartment, lock all windows and told her to be calm. I went to the kitchen to get the tea and called the cops.

She hear me calling the cops and lock herself back to the bathroom.

Cops on the way, crazy bitch in the bathroom. Shit, I have weed on my desk. I smell like alcohol and I had a DUI on my records. Shit

I told her through the door that I will call her mother so she can pick your ass up before the cops arrive.

Mother answers the phone, Jesus its 5 AM, why are you calling me?
Lady, with all do respect, your daughter has issues and you need to help her, now!
She tells me she cannot come, she is busy the next day (Christmas shopping)
She tells me is my fault and that I need to handle the situation myself and also tells me that she has been using anti depressive pills since i broke up with her.

4 DRINKS + ANTI DEPRESSANTS + BPD Girl = Hell

Cops did not arrive, concierge called the district security or whatever.
2 guys arrived, she is out of the bathroom to talk to them. She is a mess but still looks hot as fuck. One started the conversation with, what did you do to that poor girl? FUCK...this is going on that direction now.

They sat down, they told her to leave the apartment. Shit, I invited her, I need a court order to get her out. Police will not come for this situation in the country I was at. Remember 3rd world country.

It´s 5:30am. 2 security shitheads sitting on my leather couch. One non-stopping crying BPD girl telling me she is sorry.

I collapsed, Told everybody to fuck off and went to my room, rock myself in and slept.

PART IV soon

I'm not sure why this is in the Game forum. More appropriate to Newbies as a cautionary tale.

Your concierge is the root of your problem. You know this, right?

Next part please please !!

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Short story: I am falling for this girl, before knowing her well! I feel connected to her, we talk a lot, about life, about goals,etc...

When we comeback home, she drops the bomb.
¨How many girls have you sleep with since we started dating?
Me: 27
She: haha, funny,
Me: change subject.
She: Come on, tell me.

After a few drinks and a lot of hassle, I told her. I was banging you together with 2 other gals + 1 night stand the first 2 months in.

This is the error that is causing everything you are seeing. How you would even think saying any of this would advance your interests is a mystery to me. Women asks questions that they don't want an honest answer to, this is one of them along with "Do I look fat in these jeans?". The answer is always "no" or "how about those mets?".

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... Police will not come for this situation in the country I was at. Remember 3rd world country.

It´s 5:30am. 2 security shitheads sitting on my leather couch. One non-stopping crying BPD girl telling me she is sorry.

I collapsed, Told everybody to fuck off and went to my room, rock myself in and slept.

PART IV soon

I fear there will be no PART IV.

I mean, there you are in a "third world country" (please don't tell me it's actually Colombia... do you have a death wish?), letting strange, unknown "security people" into your apartment in the middle of the night (while you are drunk and weak), plus a "bat-shit crazy, suicidal" young local female partially hanging from your balcony ... friend, get a grip on yourself before it's too late!

This thread is for every beta that ever saw a man give a hot-as-fuck girl the cold shoulder and thought "how in God's name can a man turn away that kind of pussy".

Concierge is a beta. Security guards are betas.

Not a fucking clue...

I've only read the OP so far, but this proves that banging more girls is not *always* the answer to getting over one.

It's a mental game more than anything else. Time helps, too.

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She takes my phone out of my hand, goes to the bathroom and locks herself in!

3AM
4AM

She is still there, checking all my shit up and screaming from all the tinder matches, happn messages, tits pics from whatsapp,etc...etc...

I do not know what to do at this point. Should I break the door? should I call the cops? shit.

Seriously?! No pin on your phone around a woman you know is crazy? Is this even real?

I was wondering what kind of fortress op lives in that would preclude kicking the door in.