Lisa Cheated on her Boyfriend. With Me.
It taught me a lot about female nature…
It happened a few months ago. I was out with my boys on a Saturday night.
We were in a good mood. Had something to celebrate.
The bar we were sitting in was well attended, the women pretty (at least after a few beers) and the music was loud. “Peter, look over there. At the bar,” one of my friends said. “That hot blonde is looking at you all the time.”
He was right. She was hot. She was wearing black bell-bottom pants and a crop top. Her body was incredible.
When I looked over at her, she smiled at me. After we made eye contact a few more times in the following minutes, I gathered my courage and walked over to her.
“You can’t keep your eyes off me. I thought I’d do you the favor of introducing myself. Peter.” I said.
Her name was Lisa. She immediately seemed to be invested in the conversation and I noticed directly that she was interested. After a short conversation at the bar, I invited her and two friends of hers to join me and my friends. We talked well, ordered another round or two, and just had fun.
Lisa sat next to me. She sought more and more body contact and put her hand on my thigh. It was clear to me that I would not go home that evening. And so it came to pass. When we left the bar Lisa literally stuck to me and I took her home with me.
I am sorry. From now on I can’t tell you in detail what happened. So much I can say: She stayed overnight and we had a lot of fun…
The next morning she said goodbye and went home. For the next 2 days, we had no more contact.
Two days later, I suddenly received a message from an unknown number. The profile picture showed a young man about my age. However, his message concerned me a bit.
“Peter, we have a problem.”
I had no idea what it was about.
“ How can I help you, bro?” I asked.
“You fucked my girlfriend.” he replied.
I was surprised and felt bad at first. But after a few seconds of thinking, I came to the realization that it was absolutely not my fault. It would have been Lisa’s job to make me realize that she had a boyfriend. She signaled me exactly the opposite. So I also told her boyfriend, which seemed to make him even angrier.
Why the hell is he so mad at me? I asked myself. If I were him, I would be angry only with Lisa and probably break up with her.
I called Lisa and spoke to her about it. I wasn’t angry, but just wanted to know what was going on.
“I don’t feel safe with him,” she said.
He can’t lead, isn’t dominant and doesn’t even tell me when I’ve done something wrong. I wear the pants. I as a woman want a strong man that I can rely on when the going gets tough. I don’t have that feeling with him at all. After I told him that I slept with you, he did not reproach me but was only angry at you.
What a coward, I thought to myself. Lisa’s description matched exactly what I had thought before. Why doesn’t he keep her accountable, but texts me? To be honest, I can understand Lisa. How is she supposed to respect him with such behavior? If a woman doesn’t respect a man, how is she supposed to love him?
The Lesson I learned
No matter how pretty she is and how much you love her.
You also have to stand up for yourself as a man. Set boundaries. Tell her when she fucked up. She is not perfect. She is just hot.
Simply treat her like a normal person.
Many men seem to fail at this. If you don’t, she will lose respect and something like my situation with Lisa will happen.
What’s funny is that this story confirms exactly the claims I made in this article:
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