Hi everyone,
My name's melissa, you can call me mel, I'm 21 y.o. from toronto and I just wanted to share my experience with a PUA. Prepare yourself for a long read lol (im bored)
Last summer, I was going out with this guy I was in love with when I was 12. After going out with him for a week I had no feelings for him but he owned this bar in my area and if I left him I'd have to deal with bs. I was terribly distant so he finally broke up with me on the friday night of a long weekend. I had nothing to do that night so my brother convinced me to come out with him and his friend from up north who was visiting. Let's call him "Blake".
Now, I'm a really friendly girl. Alot of times it gets mistaken for interest but for the most part I'm just nice. As the night progressed, talking to Blake and other friends of my brothers, I thought Blake was a total moron and quite rude. Now I've read some girls get even more interested when a guy isnt into her but thats not always the case. I completely ignored him. He negged and negged, kino-ed and kino-ed, I still didn't like him. His friend asked me to go to a club the next day, I said I would think about it.
The next day, I didnt feel like going to the club but I hadn't met another one of my bros friends so i went. As soon as I saw Blake, he was like a different person. He was so sweet and pretty smart, not SOO goodlooking but he was a pass. Later that night at the club, in the middle of the dance floor he put me on his shoulders and twirled me. That made me like him. In the cab ride home he started rubbing my leg, so I knew he liked me. So we get back to my house, Im sitting with him and another friend, I looked at him and said "hey blake, Im tired of you bitching about sleeping on the floor, come sleep with me but theres no sex in the champagne room" he was hesitant but of course he came.
So we're lying in bed, he's like "you know I wanna kiss you but I respect your brother too much to do that"..I told him it was alright, we kissed a couple times and then we cuddled and slept. The next day I made breakfast for everyone and that was it. I didnt ask for his number, he didn't ask for mine (which was completely fine) but I knew i'd see him again sometime anyways.
The next week, he decides to come down again. Just so happens, while out getting beer he got lost and I had to get his number from someone else to call him. We slept together friday and saturday night, but still no sex. (btw, then and currently I'm completely abstinent unless I'm in a commited relationship). Couple days later, we're texting and he goes "i know you wanted to sleep with me that first night". So I told him he couldnt possibly provide what I was looking for and that we should be friends. The next day he calls me, asks if I'm mad etc we talk it out and everythings cool.
So, at this point in the relationship we're seeing eachother. He would sleep over on the weekends (I had my own place at the time) but we never had sex. He never pressured me for it at all, which I took as respect but I was totally wrong (you'll find out why later in the story). After a couple weeks, I started to pick up on his cycles. One week he would be really into me, the next distant. He would make plans but never promise anything, yet he would ALWAYS carry through with them and show up even when I didnt expect it. He would stare at me, walk behind me and his voice didnt have much variation but it had a deep tone, things I found attractive but never understood why. He would always make stupid remarks, example..
me. "hey blake i think im going to Montreal for new years with jenn"
blake. "thats awesome, I heard theres alot of hot guys there. what happens in montreal stays in montreal"
me. "what the f. are you talking about? "
blake. "well, you could meet and guy and bring him back to the hotel. if youre on vacation it doesnt matter, Im not going to stop you from doing anything, girls do that shit all the time its fun"
me. "if i wanted to sleep with a hot guy i'd do it in toronto, thanks. not to mention, thats not my idea of fun so save your bullshit comments for someone else."
blake. "good girl"
me. "ya, i gotta go"
blake. "ok i'll text you when i get to work"
that is just ONE example. he would say things like that ALL the time to confuse me, always trying to figure out what kind of girl I am. The last time he did that i got fed up and said "are you done testing me? cuz i'll pass all of them with flying colours". Then, something clicked in my head.
Testing ME? Why would he be testing me? what is this game he's playing? I knew there was an answer, so i went to an AFC who had a thing for me and I got all the information I needed. I explained everything to him, especially how he would ask me questions in this serious state and then go right back to being normal. First thing the AFC said was "there's a book you should read, it's by david deangelo..." "A BOOK? whats it about?" I said. "yeah, a book called double your dating, read it and you'll understand". I was ENRAGED. First of all, my bro knew blake read the book . Second, how could I be so stupid? was it that easy to follow some rules and get a girl to like you? I had to find out more, so I did. I read The Game, Secrets of the Alpha Male, watched fight club a couple times and Mystery Method. At the same time, Blake and I were fighting, I didn't tell him I read all this shit over the phone because I wanted to see his reaction, so I waited until he came over, and i knew he would.
Soo..I was having a couple people over and of course, yours truly shows up uninvited. I held myself back from talking about the books infront of everyone, which would have completely embarassed him, but I felt it would be sweeter to talk about it when we were alone. I also felt kinda bad, he must have been seriously hurt in the past to resort to these books. Everyone went to bed, he was on my couch, I sat in the other couch and I said, "so, tell me you alpha male you, why exactly did you decide to use this shit on me?" and then I pulled out The Game and laughed. His mouth dropped. hes like "WHOO told you? Im guna kill whoever told you about this", then he mentioned most of our mutual guy friends. Turns out, when they first met me all of them were trying to number close me but were too worried about my brother. We sat and talked, he explained most of his actions and we were totally cool.
I thought things would change with the passive-agressive shit he would pull but it never did. He kept his frame, despite my tries to break through all of it. Under all of that was a really, really nice guy. I still went on dates with other guys (never told him tho) but everytime I felt guilty cuz he was the only guy I really liked in a long time. And, after 3 months of seeing eachother and sleeping over on the weekends, he still didnt pressure me for sex (he would mention doing it, i would say not until youre a bf of mine and then he wouldnt bother anymore). However, we fought frequently over one thing, power. I'm usually the one with the upper hand and once I know someone bullshit me I cant completely trust them. He thought I was the one who was lying and would always assume the worst of me. But when we saw eachother, we would just stop fighting. We only fought over the phone.
Anyways, by the 4th month, I was getting fed up and sexually frustrated. I told him I wouldnt have sex with him unless we were in a real relationship and he told me "dont you think AFTER we have sex we'd be a couple?". Few weeks later, after a big fight, I realized I was starting to fall in love with him. I was going to tell him, I HAD to tell him, it was eating me alive, so I asked if he would come down on a sunday. He said he couldnt so i offered to drive up to where he lives, even to just talk for an hour, he refused. So i hung up, cried all night and said "fuck that loser".
The next month, on a randomn saturday night, a mutual friend of ours calls me. he didnt mention he was with blake but wanted to come to my house after the club to continue drinking. So they came over but we went to my neighbours house. I didnt know what to do with myself, so I ended up drinking way, way too much. He went back to my house early while i was still at the neighbours, and when i got home, guess who was waiting for me in my bed? i LOST it. I pulled a totally stupid drunken female act "wtf is wrong with you? why do u act like this? i really like you and youre torturing me", then i cried like an idiot for a full minute and a half. He somehow calmed me down and we went to sleep. The next day our mutual friend left, but blake stayed at my house. we ate lunch, watched a movie and had a really long conversation. As much i was falling in love with him weeks before, I never really felt the same way about him. The bad outweighed the good and it would have been better to not even talk about our relationship but i just had to know what was going on. Then, he told me his secret. It was the main reason why I liked him and the reason why we couldnt be together...
...he had a penis problem.
yes, a penis problem. His foreskin was too tight. It hurt to masturbate, it hurt if he got head and it hurt when he had sex, tho using a condom helps a bit. He needed surgery to get it fixed but was scared of doctors so he was in no rush to do it.
I swear, it was the best confession I have ever heard. It was why he played the passive-aggressive role. He wanted to get close with girls but his dick was holding him back (oh the irony). It was all he thought about. It was why he didnt pressure me into sex which i took as respect. He didnt respect me, he just couldnt have sex with me anyways. It was why he was so rude to women all the time, his sort of "payback" being totally useless in the sack. it let him pull the strings in relationships. it gave him reason to be distant and mysterious. it was his only power.
And from that point, things were never the same. feelings i thought were there had vanished almost overnight. It all made sense. He wont come near me, we dont talk at all tho we still have some mutual friends. him and my brother dont talk much anymore and he doesnt come around my area at all. After his confession we got into a very big fight, he thinks if he pisses me off i'll embarass the shit outta him. he's right
Moral of the story is choose your victims wisely and never expose your weakness. or just read the 48 laws of power. and if you have a peni-prob GET IT FIXED damnit.
toodles
<3 mel