Iceberg
Master Don Juan
Nah. It's never that deep with me. I'm a very simple man.49au said:Iceberg,
I'm the type of guy that likes to push myself. Like, I have a fear of heights, so I'm skydiving at 18,000 ft next weekend. And I'm scared of sharks, so I'm going to Mexico next month for a cage dive with 15ft+ great whites. Just how I am. I like to be challenged and try to master something. Not that anyone can "master" these girls, but you can master yourself and not let their BS get to you... at least it sounds good in theory?
So you dated a BPD. Do you then understand the ego motivation to try to take it on again and beat it? Did you fight with that?
She was really hot and I wanted to bang her. And I did. Then we broke up. And repeated the process of banging, breaking up, not speaking....and repeat.
Maybe you're right and it is an ego thing. But I don't want to "beat" her BPD tendencies. Because it's not a fight that's winnable. Knew that from the start. Every time we got back together, I'd just hope that she had grown out of those stupid qualities. And every time, I was proven wrong.
I like a strong, smart, ambitious woman. If you give me one of those "stay home and bake cookies" girls, I'll end up bored, miserable, and banging some intern after the first year. I want my women submissive to me, but not submissive to life in general. But there's "strong" and then there's "bat sh*t crazy"
Actually the BPD ex I'm talking about, is a girl I first dated back in 2009, I think. And ever since then, we'd go our separate ways, and then for whatever reason find some way to end up at the same bar, and then back in the same bed. Hadn't seen her for a year, and then she got home from Europe last month (August). By her first week back, we were already f**king. Now it's September, and you know what happened last weekend? She suggests we get a room in Atlantic City. I agree. We hop in my car, I drive, and within 10 minutes of being in the car, she's yelling about what hotel we should go to. I proceed to take a deep breath, make a U-turn, and I drive that b*tch straight to her car and leave her there without saying a word.
And we haven't spoken since.
See, that's the best I can do. I know not to fight. Because that's what these girls want. They want the fight, and the screaming, and the broken dishes. If you're fighting the BPD, you've already lost. Because that's what she wants. The only thing you can do is treat them like a toy that isn't doing what you want. You put them on the shelf and walk away.
When it comes to this type of woman, we're all the same. We want the action of it. The unpredictability. Whatever. But at the end of the day, all we're doing is driving a car 100mph into a brick wall. We know how it's going to end. Because we've already been there. So I'll continue to advise you to forget your BPD ex. And hopefully you'll advise me to do the same. And a year from now we'll have some new BPD ex to complain about. Because there are plenty more where these came from. What they are isn't a "challenge". It's a distraction.