Steady_Eddie
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What's up boys,
my LTR ended last night and I hope this is the right place where I can unload my thoughts, get your opinion on what the f*ck actually happened, make some new friends, get back on the right track, transform back from ***** polisher to shredded beaver smasher, and go my own way.
But first things first.
First things first: I am 32 years old (she is 26 and damn hot), originally from Europe but living in Australia now. I got in touch with the red pill quite a while ago - long before I got into my, now ex, relationship. However, while I did have an exciting livestyle, went out regularily, had an intact social circle, I was never that alter ego of Chad Thunder****. However, I have been doing okay in terms of my sexual adventures ... you know, a plate here, slythering in occasionally there ... not that frequent, but a couple times a year for sure.
Four years ago I started dating my now-ex. It was pretty adventurous, we had great sex and lived a great lifestyle. Around 6 month into the relationship we rented an amazing rooftop apartment and our cosmopolitan life went on. She had a job, I had a job, and the evenings we spent ****ing, eating, travelling or enjoing the spa. Awesome!
Around 3 yrs into the relationship - the sexdrive was still there - we moved to a different city. That is, no social circle, new people, and most importantly - I was the only one with a job. She somehow was not able to connect in that new venue and kept sitting bored at home. Hell, my job was amazing and I started earning **** loads of money which I tried to spent on joint activities (jetting to rome on a weekend, no problem) because deep on my inside I knew how bored she was and, since I was the reason why she gave up her old friends, I feld I must make up for it. You can call it beta, sure, but I was just trying to get her out of the boredom. I would have done that for everyone else, too.
Anyway, here ... the spark already started dying and the frequency with what we had sex started to deteriorate exponentially. Everything else was great, we were having an amazing time (WHEN I was there). We were dreaming about going to Australia once I hit the million dollar mark in my bank account and were dreaming about it for around a full year. We should have kept ****ing instead of dreaming - but anyway.
Now this is the part where it becomes pretty ****ed up. By the age of 31 I easily surpassed the million dollar mark. I kept growing and evolving as if there is no tomorrow. Note, I was not losing and sitting at home like a boring chubby, I was just pushing the limits every day to new heights. We kept travelling every few weeks, I bought a Ferrari, sleek clothes, I had many other girls throwing an eye on me ... but even though I really believe that this lifestyle was far from beta, the tingles did not want to come back - at least this is what I anticipated since nobody has verbalized anything at that time. Anyway, I have quit my job and we finally moved to Australia. Even though we have turned monk style already, we were a pretty good team. We bought a nice Apartment in Brisbane - with a beautiful view over the Brisbane river from the 40th floor. That was around a month ago. Since that we travelled, Sydney here, Lizard Island there.
Things went down the ****ter when her best friend started dating a Chad from the club. My GF was totally into it and couldn't get off WhatsApp for hours. I guess, the imagination that it was HER who does all these new taboo experiences gave her the tingles she's been missing for over a year now.
Anyway, long story short. She told me she feels that she is missing out on the entire **** carousel thing - meeting new guys, making new experiences. She just can't believe that this was "it". As if driving around with a good looking millionair in a ****ing Ferrari was so bad - but it is how it is. I reacted like a boss and put her on the first Flight back to Europe. After a week of no contact I let myself pull into that "I think I have made a huge mistake" discussion. I have been enjoying my "time off", but eventually gave her "another chance". She came back and we ****ed - exactly once. Now, just a few days later she tells me that she only loves me "80%", that the spark is gone, that after we ****ed the last time she thought that she does not really wanna repeat it and that she does not even want to kiss me anymore. Anything else is great, it is just that she feels no attraction whatsoever for me.
What can I say, I am confused because I think I am the King in terms of lifestyle, success - maybe not in terms of looks due to the lack of a shredded appearance - but still very interesting. What is wrong with this chicca? Anyway, I booked another flight back to Europe. Probably, she will receive a frequent flyer status soon, lol.
I feel that I am a bit more down than I was when she left for the first time. I hope you guys can push me into the right direction. Also, maybe we can hamster around a bit ... was it the boredom, was it the lack of her self-development (and thus lack of self esteem), was it just the long duration of the relationship that eventually dries up any *****? What was wrong?
This text shall not come across as a rant: I genuinely like this girl and I wish her all the best. Especially to get rid of the perspectiveless boredom she felt and really develop a fulfilling career and lifestyle herself.
But what do I now?
my LTR ended last night and I hope this is the right place where I can unload my thoughts, get your opinion on what the f*ck actually happened, make some new friends, get back on the right track, transform back from ***** polisher to shredded beaver smasher, and go my own way.
But first things first.
First things first: I am 32 years old (she is 26 and damn hot), originally from Europe but living in Australia now. I got in touch with the red pill quite a while ago - long before I got into my, now ex, relationship. However, while I did have an exciting livestyle, went out regularily, had an intact social circle, I was never that alter ego of Chad Thunder****. However, I have been doing okay in terms of my sexual adventures ... you know, a plate here, slythering in occasionally there ... not that frequent, but a couple times a year for sure.
Four years ago I started dating my now-ex. It was pretty adventurous, we had great sex and lived a great lifestyle. Around 6 month into the relationship we rented an amazing rooftop apartment and our cosmopolitan life went on. She had a job, I had a job, and the evenings we spent ****ing, eating, travelling or enjoing the spa. Awesome!
Around 3 yrs into the relationship - the sexdrive was still there - we moved to a different city. That is, no social circle, new people, and most importantly - I was the only one with a job. She somehow was not able to connect in that new venue and kept sitting bored at home. Hell, my job was amazing and I started earning **** loads of money which I tried to spent on joint activities (jetting to rome on a weekend, no problem) because deep on my inside I knew how bored she was and, since I was the reason why she gave up her old friends, I feld I must make up for it. You can call it beta, sure, but I was just trying to get her out of the boredom. I would have done that for everyone else, too.
Anyway, here ... the spark already started dying and the frequency with what we had sex started to deteriorate exponentially. Everything else was great, we were having an amazing time (WHEN I was there). We were dreaming about going to Australia once I hit the million dollar mark in my bank account and were dreaming about it for around a full year. We should have kept ****ing instead of dreaming - but anyway.
Now this is the part where it becomes pretty ****ed up. By the age of 31 I easily surpassed the million dollar mark. I kept growing and evolving as if there is no tomorrow. Note, I was not losing and sitting at home like a boring chubby, I was just pushing the limits every day to new heights. We kept travelling every few weeks, I bought a Ferrari, sleek clothes, I had many other girls throwing an eye on me ... but even though I really believe that this lifestyle was far from beta, the tingles did not want to come back - at least this is what I anticipated since nobody has verbalized anything at that time. Anyway, I have quit my job and we finally moved to Australia. Even though we have turned monk style already, we were a pretty good team. We bought a nice Apartment in Brisbane - with a beautiful view over the Brisbane river from the 40th floor. That was around a month ago. Since that we travelled, Sydney here, Lizard Island there.
Things went down the ****ter when her best friend started dating a Chad from the club. My GF was totally into it and couldn't get off WhatsApp for hours. I guess, the imagination that it was HER who does all these new taboo experiences gave her the tingles she's been missing for over a year now.
Anyway, long story short. She told me she feels that she is missing out on the entire **** carousel thing - meeting new guys, making new experiences. She just can't believe that this was "it". As if driving around with a good looking millionair in a ****ing Ferrari was so bad - but it is how it is. I reacted like a boss and put her on the first Flight back to Europe. After a week of no contact I let myself pull into that "I think I have made a huge mistake" discussion. I have been enjoying my "time off", but eventually gave her "another chance". She came back and we ****ed - exactly once. Now, just a few days later she tells me that she only loves me "80%", that the spark is gone, that after we ****ed the last time she thought that she does not really wanna repeat it and that she does not even want to kiss me anymore. Anything else is great, it is just that she feels no attraction whatsoever for me.
What can I say, I am confused because I think I am the King in terms of lifestyle, success - maybe not in terms of looks due to the lack of a shredded appearance - but still very interesting. What is wrong with this chicca? Anyway, I booked another flight back to Europe. Probably, she will receive a frequent flyer status soon, lol.
I feel that I am a bit more down than I was when she left for the first time. I hope you guys can push me into the right direction. Also, maybe we can hamster around a bit ... was it the boredom, was it the lack of her self-development (and thus lack of self esteem), was it just the long duration of the relationship that eventually dries up any *****? What was wrong?
This text shall not come across as a rant: I genuinely like this girl and I wish her all the best. Especially to get rid of the perspectiveless boredom she felt and really develop a fulfilling career and lifestyle herself.
But what do I now?
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to make her busy and happy.
