I want to share my latest experience, which took place this year. I'm intentionally addressing this story to people who are unbiased but also aware of the red pill. There are two things I would like to consult with you regarding this matter - mentioned in the end of this post.

To begin with, I will introduce myself. I am a man, from a certain european metropolis, 34 years old. I'm the red pill aware, but I'm also aware that I still have a lot of room for improvement in this matter.

This girl is 3 years older, so she is 37 years old. So her best years are behind her, but I still find her very attractive. Attractive enough to easily attract attention with her attractiveness in the public places. We met in a bizarre way. She was my then-neighbor from the apartment next door where I was living at the time. One day, she simply rang me to say that she needed help with the electric breaker. So I helped her managed it out. A few days later, I had little gift and a note on my door with her phone number. So we texted for a couple of days, then made a date. We got drunk and kissed on the first date, then I ended up at her place (she was still my neighbor, so we just shared a ride home). There was no further intercourse because I intentionally left to my apartment. We arranged a second date, which she suggested at her place because she suggested cooking for me. So that night we ended up getting drunk again and I fucked her. I liked her and she really wanted it. It must be said that we had intercourse without a condom, which is definitely not a common practice in my country nor my social class..and she suggested it herself. I accepted it because I felt very good about her and felt it was just ok.

At the time we met I had just been moving into a new apartment for which I had got a mortgage. But it needed to be renovated and I planned to sleep in my mother's home during this time. However, this girl herself suggested that I could live with her for a while. At first I didn't like this idea, it seemed a bit daring to sleep at her place, but in the end I agreed because it was more pleasant to be with her than in my mother's home. So within two weeks of our meeting, I was living in the same household with her. Absolutely crazy, life is colorful sometimes. I quickly came to regard this girl as dating material. Attractive, self-sufficient, good job, good education, could cook, could dress, could behave, genuinely polite, didn't even have an instagram profile, sex with her was satisfying. I would definitely come to love her at some point, because I simply liked her and she was good enough in all the aspects I consider important. I also considered myself to be competent to date her. I have a decent physique, care about looks, often described as handsome, I'm making a considerable more money ..and still have better things to come in my career. Me being younger wasn't a penalty because her exes were even younger than me, so she definitely was into younger guys.

Unfortunately, love didn't happen. After 6 weeks of living together, she started showing signs of disrespect towards me. It wasn't major, but I clearly registered two digs she made towards me and became cautious because I was aware of the red pill. The frequency of sex was already low at this time. Over the next few days it came to the point where I was coming home from work on a friday night and just outside her place I got a confrontational bullshit message from her out of the blue asking when I was going to move out, saying she couldn't handle it because she was over a breakup with an ex-boyfriend. So I got home and there was a very unpleasant atmosphere, but she didn't want to talk about anything. She just repeated that she was over the breakup and she couldn't handle it. I was aware that she had broken up with her long term partner a few weeks before we met. But I didn't see it as a problem. First of all, she was the one who ended her long-term relationship. Second, in the past I had had functioning long-term relationships with girls who had been post-breakup for even shorter periods of time than she had. So this girl simply and plainly lost interest in me for some reason. I would like to point out here that there was no fight that night. Despite unpleasant atmosphere everything was calm. I realised it was over and simply told her I would leave the next morning. That night she didn't even sleep in the bed with me anymore, she silently stayed in the living room and slept on the couch. In the morning I packed most of my things, she said I didn't have to leave, I replied that I was just going to my place. I also clearly mentioned that I'm leaving a few my belongings with her, including my toothbrush. I did not return her apartment keys to her at this point because I had simply forgotten about them. She had not remembered them herself. I then left her apartment and went to my new home. There I realised that the only thing I could do was 'no contact'.

I knew that if she reached me out and possibly wanted to talk and discuss our relationship, there was a chance to save it. I knew she would have to reach me at some point about her apartment keys, which I had unintentionally keep when I left her apartment.

Three weeks later I received a bitter confrontational message from her accusing me of disappearing and not even returning her apartment keys. I want to point out here that she exactly knew where I moved (6 minutes from her place), she had my phone number, Facebook, just everything. She could have called me at any time. So I got confirmation that it's completely over with no chance of rescue. I'll make it short. We eventually met at her apartment, I picked up the last of my stuff, and I gave her back her keys. There was no arguing, not even when she confronted me about being uncomfortable with me having her keys for so long. I just made it a point not to argue. This was last time we spoke each other.

1) Even though I didn't love her and overall this end of the relationship wasn't terribly difficult, after a couple of weeks something inside me changed. Apparently my ego was damaged somehow. Something inside me wants very, very badly to have a girl this attractive next to me. Something in me wants so badly to have sex with a girl like this, which she enjoys and wants to have with me over and over again. So when she stopped these things with me of her own initiative despite the fact that I wanted to continue, it just damaged me somehow. I try to think about it with my brain, that it is an achievement at the end of a day that an attractive girl found me attractive enough to let me into her body and be this intimate with me. That, in short, of all the men she had around her, she chose me and we had a nice time together. And that the relationship didn't work out because in her mind we just weren't compatible for some reason. Do you have any experienced recommendations on how to fix my wounded ego?

2) I am fully aware that this relationship has ended and that it will never continue. However, she will have a birthday soon. When we were still together, it was my birthday and she took me out to an expensive dinner and generally celebrated my birthday nicely with me. I'm conflicted. On the one hand, I don't want to contact her because it's probably not good for my ego. On the other hand, I find it very rude not to even send her a birthday message given the fact how nicely and generously she celebrated my birthday with me. I would love to hear the opinion of the more experienced.