Part 2 (Continued from Part 1):

She was the type of foodie snob that wanted to go to a new restaurant once a week. It began to annoy the hell out of me. Sure, the girlfriend and I went dutch every time, but the fact that I went on 50 first dates concurrently was a huge drain on the bank roll.

Unknown to her, I had banged over twenty new women throughout the course of our relationship. In the beginning it seemed like I could keep it going indefinitely, but as time went on I knew monogamy was not for me.

I began to hone the art of cheating on your girlfriend… without getting caught. I kept all of my tech on lock down and  became a master manipulator of free time by filling my week up with dates if I so desired. Before any visits I would make sure my phone was on silent and in my pocket — or face down. I tried to limit her interactions with my roommates because as they were well aware, I had brought home plenty of random girls lately.

Consequently, we ended up at her place 99% of the time. For me it worked great. It was closer to work and I could shower and get changed before my commute.

Morning sex? Yes, please.

She was good at pleasing me. She didn’t go too out of her way but in her own way she actually worked to keep things interesting and me, relatively happy.

I was content with the arrangement, at least for a moment in time…

After six months I was on the brink of ending everything. I’d met her parents and even won over her ugly and annoying friends.

Suddenly it had all become a routine, including the sex. It got so bad that I actually had to start visualizing other girls during sex to get off — never a good when you’re fucking an attractive girl.

In the end, the combination of the secretiveness, boredom, and the toll on my bankroll ultimately convinced me that I had to do it. I was cheating with dozens of women while robbing her of the last few husband-searching years she had left, and for whatever reason the guilt eroded me to the core.

We had planned to grab Asian takeout one night. On my drive over I had a difficult time coming to terms with the fact that I was going to break it off. I was going to break her heart and I knew it, but there really was no other way.

Playa still had a conscience… who’da thought?

She knew something was up. For weeks I had been distant and less attached. Sure, we had our two nights a week together that always ended in routine sex at her place. Before I could finish she cut me off and suggested we turn around. I obliged.

She walked 10 paces ahead… clearly crying non-stop but with enough composure that I couldn’t completely tell. I got a pit in my stomach. I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, and I felt I still owed her an explanation.

Her: “Just tell me, are you seeing other girls?”

Me: “No. It’s not like that.”

No, not the truth. That would destroy her. Or worse, send her off the deep end. I wanted to avoid any sort of backlash so I gave her the “it’s me, not you” spiel.

Two weeks later I was back at her place breaking her bed (literally) for the second time… Unfortunately, I only resented her even more now.

Not long after we got back together she began to snoop around as all women do. It was only matter of time before she found my OKCupid profile. For her, that was the last straw. For me, I was no longer invested enough in her to care.

Good riddance…

…or so I’d thought.

And that’s when the stalking began…

– End Part 2 –