I'd like to share with the community a personal story about a woman, a woman who inadvertently had a dramatically positive impact on my life. Now before I get down voted as a blue pill snatch-worshiper, she was (and most likely still is) a cunt of the highest magnitude. Lets call this woman Jenny.

I was 21 and attending university. I lived off campus with a roommate in a small house. I was introduced to Jenny because her best friend was fucking around with my roommate. Her friend would come over with Jenny and a couple other girls and we would drink a bit and smoke.

Jenny was fucking hot, an 8 to some but if you have a thing for alt girls she's easily a nine. I, unfortunately, had a weakness for the "suicide girl" look. She had red hair, a tight body and a natural sexuality to her that was mesmerizing.

I learned early on that Jenny was engaged. In my young naivety I was still under the impression that women cared about that sort of thing. So with Jenny being "taken", I focused my attention on another one of girls coming over to chill. She wasn't as attractive but was still bang-able. I didn't realize it at the time but I was "gaming" Jenny. She was the best looking one of the group, she was used to getting the most attention. I essentially ignored her and she was not going to be ignored.

She started being very obnoxious, interrupting me when I was speaking, hitting me on the arm, attempting to make fun of me etc. My response was to be a cold, aloof asshole towards her. In my mind she was fucking up my chances with her friend. One night it was just me, Jenny and her friend I was trying to get with. She was being especially annoying and I ordered her to leave my house. She pouted, she yelled, she pleaded but I was having none of it. She left and took her friend with her and I resigned myself to the fact that I had lost the chance to get with her friend.

An hour after I kicked them out I get a knock on my door. It's Jenny. She wanted to "apologize" for her behavior earlier and to make it up to me. Within thirty seconds of me answering the door she was on her knees giving me the nastiest blowjob I had ever received. When we finished up she gave me a smile and a wink and said she'd like to get together again soon. The whole encounter lasted no more than 20 minutes.

After showing her out, I slumped onto the couch. A rush of conflicting thoughts filled my head. I had guilt, I didn't know her fiance but I had heard he was a good guy. I cared about things like that. I had confusion, what the fuck had just happened? In those days I hadn't yet realized that many women get off on being treated poorly, especially the damaged ones. By ignoring her and then being a dick I had set off the tingles. The overriding thought though, which would be my downfall, is that I had to get another taste.

I wasn't a virgin at the time, I had a few girlfriends in high school/college and a couple of random hookups. I thought I had a good grasp on sex and what it entailed. That first time with Jenny woke up something primal in me. She just oozed sexuality in a way that made me want to be an animal. Her sex had power, and she was very aware of this power.

Over then next two months we fucked every chance we got. There were red flags EVERYWHERE. The first being the glaringly obvious fact that she was cheating on her fiance with zero visible remorse. She seriously didn't even pretend to feel bad. The second was her bottomless need for attention, especially male attention. She had to be wanted by every man in the room. It was so obvious that even in my haze I could see her flirting with other men. I learned a little later on that she had never met her dad and had a history of cutting herself.

I know what many of you are thinking, a cheating attention whore with daddy issues is almost a walking cliche of the crazy girl. The thing is, I knew that this was a bad situation. That instinctual part of the brain that warns you of danger was sounding red alert. I was hooked, however, on the sex. Not just the sex even, when Jenny wanted to she could be the sweetest person you've ever met. I was lulled by this facade. I made excuses for her behavior, maybe she had cheated on her fiance because he didn't treat her well. I told myself that what the two of us had was real, she wouldn't do to me what she did to him.

Three months after our first encounter, Jenny left her fiance for me. She had lived with him and now needed somewhere to stay. It just so happened that my roommate was moving out around that time so I decided to move her in. I was elated, I had what was essentially a porn star that seemed to worship the ground I walked on. That little voice in the back of my mind was still there though, warning me of the impending hell.