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Some guys in my audience complain to me that can’t keep FBs sticking around, that they complain in a few weeks and leave. While I’ve had that problem occasionally, that is not the norm for me.

How about keeping an FB around for almost six years straight? And one that isn’t a sugar baby and isn’t getting any money from you?

Today I’m going to tell you the real-life example of the longest-term contiguous FB I’ve ever had. By “contiguous” I mean that our relationship lasted almost six years straight with no breaks and no LSNFTEs whatsoever. I’ve had many other FBs longer than six years, but those all had breaks during those times where they came and went. (I have a 94% return rate for women, so 94% return to me eventually if they go away. You can get these kinds of stats when you’re Alpha Male 2.0 in an era where long-term monogamy doesn’t work.)

To be clear, this was an FB, not an MLTR or anyone I was dating. We never went on one date other than the first date where we met at a Starbucks.

Also, to be clear, she was also not a sugar baby; her relationship was before sugar daddy game was thing. During those six years the only money I spent on her was perhaps six or seven times where we stopped at fast food drive-thru on the way to my house or hers and I got her up a one-dollar burrito at Taco Bell or something. Other than that odd exception, she didn’t cost me one penny during the entire six-year relationship.

I’m going to call her Ava, not her real name.

Her FB relationship with me lasted from June 4^th 2012 to January 30^th 2018, almost six years (five years and seven months, to be exact). I started seeing her when she was 23 and stopped seeing her when she was almost 29.

I met her from the online dating blitz that I described in the article I wrote on my blog way back in June 2012. You can read it here if you want. I met her on Plenty of Fish.

We met at a Starbucks (the only date we would ever have) and we hit it off quickly. She was happy and bubbly, joked around a lot, and never complained about anything; the exact way I like women. To be honest, she was not the sharpest tool in the shed. She wasn’t dumb or anything, just a reasonably simple thinker. My first wife was the same way. I’ve dated several women like this in my past, though I vastly prefer more intelligent women as long as they’re low-drama (and unfortunately most smart women are high-drama, as I’ve analyzed before).

Her face was barely in the cute zone, with normal brown hair, but her body was a spectacular 9.5 (to me). Trim-but-curvy in all the right places, fantastic big boobs, fantastic big ass, but not overweight anywhere. My fav. I didn’t realize how amazing her body was until we had sex the first time because she tended to wear more loose clothing in typical Portland style. (I love it when that happens, when you don’t know what to expect and what you get is fucking amazing.)

It was my standard dating model I’ve done hundreds of times; a cheap first one-hour date (I don’t remember if I even bought her anything at Starbucks) followed by a second meet at my house where we had sex. Within 30 minutes of her entering my house we were having sex with no hesitation on her part whatsoever, even though (according to her at least) it had been about a year since she had sex with a man, because of a bad experience.

When we were done, I remember her looking at me with wide eyes, saying to me, “Wow. You really enjoy.”

Funny. And it was true, and I said something like, “Yep!”

We started seeing each other once a week, per usual Alpha Male 2.0 rules. She did not drive because she said she had a condition called sensory something that made driving dangerous. However, after knowing her for years, I think she was fine and just used that as an excuse to not drive because she was scared to do so. She was a perfectly healthy, functional person.

Yet, because of this I had to drive her two and from her house or she would have to get rides from co-workers after her work to drive her to my place. She worked in retail at a clothing store. The good news was that she lived in Vancouver, Washington just like I did at the time and was never located far from me.

I started seeing her consistently, always at my place, always talking for a while and then having sex, never going out to do anything else, not even once. The sex between us was very good and we had really compatible sexual chemistry. It was great.

Eventually, and I don’t remember how long this took, I was able to take the condom off with her and we did it bareback. She started taking birth control a little later which was fantastic. I was the first man to orgasm inside her without a condom and she was very curious about how it would feel. She really liked it and later started liking it too much, which I’ll get to in a minute.

As always, I followed all the Cardinal Rules and obeyed all Alpha Male 2.0 relationship techniques and parameters. That’s why it worked so well.

Because of the sheer amount of time we were seeing each other, many other women in my life came and went during that time, including HBM (my girlfriend before I started seeing Pink Firefly). She didn’t care, and never once complained that I was seeing other women nor ever asked any questions about it. She was wonderful.

Eventually, and it took a year or two, she started seeing other guys. She always told me when she did and gave me lots of details about these relationships. We also discussed when these men were or were not using condoms on her. If ever a guy stopped using condoms on her (this happened twice over the six-year period I think), I would put my condom back on.

When she dumped the guy, and she always eventually did because they were all beta males, she would tell me, and then the condom would come back off.

After several more years she started telling me that she loved me, but she would still date other guys and have a boyfriend besides me, even though I was the one she loved. Several times in sexual scenarios she would tell me to fuck her without a condom and cum inside her, and when I asked what her boyfriend would think of that, she would answer, “You’re the one I love.”

Ah, monogamy.

To be fair, at least two of these guys were cheating on her as well, and one of them was probably married.

Ah, monogamy.

So if this was all so fantastic, the perfect long-term FB relationship, why did it end?

It ended the same reason a lot of my relationships with American women ended: she started getting fat. For you women reading this, before you explode, I didn’t say she started gaining weight, I said she started getting fat. There’s a difference.

For the first three years or so, she looked fantastic. Then slowly, ever so slowly, like the vast majority of women who live in the Collapsing USA, she started gaining weight.

As I’ve said many times on my blogs, I don’t mind when hot/cute women with hot/cute bodies gain a little weight. Sometimes it just makes the parts of their bodies I like big get a little bigger. When she started to gain weight, I didn’t mind at all.

The problem is that she kept gaining it. Most American women eventually do, especially women in their twenties. I’ve said many times that Western women in their twenties tend to gain weight more/faster than women in their thirties because women in their thirties are paranoid about gaining weight and thus do all the things to combat against it (trying to eat well, hitting the gym, cutting back on alcohol, etc), while women in their twenties are too young and having too much fun to focus on any of responsible stuff.

She was more or less in that category, eating whatever the hell she wanted, never going the gym, drinking alcohol whenever she wanted, etc. Side point, this was during the same time where I was losing weight, so it had nothing to do with my influence.

I remember the day, many years later, where she and I were standing in my kitchen and I put my arms around her waist. Then I thought, whoa, this is a way bigger waist than any of my other women, including Ava just a year ago. I don’t think I like it.

I remember being less excited to see her naked body with all the new fat on it. And again, this was while I was working hard to lose weight and I was starting to look better and better.

I’m a nice guy, I really liked her, and our personal and sexual chemistry was still good, so I didn’t stop seeing her immediately. I guess I hoped she would stop gaining weight and just stay where she was. But alas, she kept going.

So I was sitting there, seeing about six different women at the time, all of them super hot except poor Ava who now looked like the typical overweight American girl. So sadly, I had to stop seeing her.

There was no discussion or big event or anything, and as always, no drama or bad feelings. I just started seeing her less and less and eventually just stopped inviting her over to my house. The last time I saw her was January 2018.

Years later, I saw Ava on my personal Facebook. She had become unrecognizable. Now in her thirties, she looked like an overweight old lady. The Ava I started seeing back in 2012 could have been this woman’s daughter.

I can state with 100% honesty that had she not gained all that weight, I would still have kept seeing her all the way into PF’s and my marriage, all the way until February 2021 when I finally escaped the Collapsing USA. That would have been a nine-year consistent FB relationship.

So even the end of our relationship didn’t have anything to do with monogamy, Alpha Male 2.0 techniques, cardinal rules, women’s jealousy, or anything like that. She just chose to get fat, which is her choice, but I don’t have to keep having sex with you when so many other women (including and especially women your age) do what’s necessary to stay trim, especially if I’m doing the same (I fasted all day yesterday, for example).

But for many years, she was fantastic, with zero work, stress, or money on my part.

You can have relationships like this too.