TL;DR- A girl who cheated on me cheats with me.
“…And Candy Cheats Again”
“It is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself. Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving, it consists in professing to believe what he does not believe.” ― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason
I dated this cute chick named “Candy”.
Together almost 6 months just as TRP really started to click. One post had me thoroughly convinced LTRs were stupid. Still believe it to this day. I think it was one of u/Whisper ‘s posts. Love the guy. Smart shit.
Anyways, I dumped her ass soon after reading that. No call, no text. Just stopped seeing her. Hurt like shit but it had to be done. Think she was cheating with some Chad, shit like that. Focused on me, moved on.
So last week me and Fine China [Plate] went to the mall and bump into Candy. She's with some guy. Mike I think. We kept it brief and left.
She called that night. Wanted to talk about ”us”. Wanted “closure”. Says she looks at our pictures and thinks of me. Asks if I do the same. Nope. I’ve moved on. She hung up.
Next day she’s at my door. Won’t leave ‘til I talk to her. But what about Mike? “We’re just talking. We’re not together like that.” Okay, sure. I hear her out.
She goes on about the good times we had. How nice our time was together. She misses the “old” me. The "me" that put up with her shit. That bought her shit because “that’s what guys are supposed to do”. That came by Every. Single. Fucking. Day. for hooours on end just cause that’s what a ”good boyfriend” does.
That guy’s been dead a while now. Tough break.
She had to ask who Fine China is to me. Like a cheap cologne I could smell that jealousy a mile away. “Are you two dating now?” “Is she better than me?” I tell her we're just fucking and we hang out sometimes. And yeah she’s better. She cooks for me. Candy never did that shit.
That bugged her. She threatens to leave. Says she doesn’t have to put up with being insulted. I open the door. Say I don’t do games. You asked for my opinion, I gave it. Now leave or don’t. She leaves.
So that night she’s at my door again. Fine China’s over so we talk outside.
“I don’t know if I can ever see you as a boyfriend again…but I think we should at least be friends.” Okay? Ask her what kind of friends. “Friends that, you know… 'do stuff'.” She means fuck.
She asks if we can “do stuff” tonight. Fine China’s over, another time.
The next night she’s at my door, we “do stuff”, she’s asleep. Her phone goes off like 5 times. It’s Mike. I read a few texts. He’s her boyfriend. Poor guy had no idea.
Best part? She’s got me listed as her best friend “Miranda”. She told him Miranda was going through some shit and needed a “true friend” tonight. I’m Chad now.
LL- Through overcoming a woman’s perceptions of your former self and all her shit tests that’ll accommodated those opinions, you can ideally fit any role in which she deems you suitable. Past is harder to overcome than simply starting fresh with a new woman, but it can be done with time, frame, consistency and most importantly through dominance/control of the situation.