So, I was dating this girl for a few months, and started to get attached, but let her go off and date another guy because I felt I couldn't give her what she wanted (which was a commitment). Well, I sorta started to miss her, the sex was amazing, and we really got along, and I was sorta being bored of other girls.

So we're messaging each other back and forth, but she's not hanging out much, and being sorta hard to make plans with, and hanging with this new dude (I was likewise hanging with a new girl).

Well, we hang out about a week and a half ago, finally. I don't fuck her, because she says I can't (I could have, and probably should have, but she has weird rules on sex and which guy she's with). I did finger her a bit.

Anyway, she was initially SUPER into me, even when hanging with this new guy. But she seemed like she was getting less so, and we NEVER had time to hang out (she got a job with hours opposite mine, and she was putting more priority on the other guy, because hey, he was showing actual commitment interest).

Well, I sorta got super sad, mopey and choady/afc-y.

I called and told her I missed her, and I had real feelings for her, and then I got drunk and bought an expensive camera - basically the least sexy thing a guy can do. She also talked to me when I was drunk and I was SUPER weak. She tells me that she can't just erase this month with her and the guy (bullshit, I had my fingers in your vagina less than a week ago, thinks back to being a pimp Pikeman85).

Anyway, she goes on a camping trip with other dude.

I'm still sad, mopey. I go out pimping, and do decently, because I'm emotionally dead. I'm completely sober and approaching set after set and killing it.

Anyway, I've sorta got my whole inner game back, except for this cloud for the girl.

I'm talking to my friends all sad, and mopey, and suddenly it hits me - I'm being a little bitch. No wonder she isn't finding me sexy and doesn't want to hang out with me. Doh.

IMMEDIATELY my behavior changes.

I text her a little bit later, and invite her out to a comedy club Friday.

She says she's busy hanging out with a friend, and then dog sitting, she can't.

I'm thinking to myself, "bullshit she can't."

Get on Facebook.

Tell her to not listen to a drunk sad man, to tell me when I'm being a little bitch, and to rearrange her schedule on Friday.

She IMMEDIATELY fits me in. Says my initial plans are bad for her, but I can come over instead.


And that is how you realize you're being a bitch about your ex, and stop doing that.